Arrived in Florence after a 90 minute flight in a seat designed for a twelve year old, to find that the hotel I had reserved was not the one intended but its sister in Siena a hundred kilometers away. Thank dog for smart phones. Fifteen minutes in a seat at the airport found the last room at Via La Vedetta overlooking the city.
Pitti itself is the same, though the pavilion seems warmer (perhaps dressing for Scotland was a mistake). Natural deerskin gloves and cashmere braces were among the highlights of an afternoon capped off with a wonderful Inis Meáin cardigan. I shall try to get a photo.