Here I go, quoting Rick again: Ristorante Paoli serves wonderful local cuisine to loads of cheerful eaters being served by jolly old men under a richly frescoed Gothic vault. Because of its fame and central location, it's mostly filled with tourists, but for a class traditional Tuscan splurge meal, this is a decent choice. The walls are sweaty with memories that go back to 1824, and the service is flamboyant and fun loving. Woodrow Wilson slurped spaghetti here (his bust looks down on you as you eat.)
Who could resist such an endorsement? So, we dressed up a bit (black tennis shoes) and went out for a Florentine Saturday night.
And.....drum roll...........at this restaurant, Lino the jolly waiter proposed to Dodie. The wedding was planned for noon Sunday, the next day, right there at the restaurant, which conveniently started life as a church. Check out our evening movies, starting with the festive meal through the proposal, honeymoon plans, walk to the Piazza Republicca after dinner. I really want to load the very long movie of our carrousel ride, taken mostly with our heads chopped off (perhaps a mercy), but it is so long that blogger has been timing out and not finishing it. Maybe tomorrow....
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