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capu in florenceI was thinking about leaving Florence today. Not because I’m leaving it, because I would like to be there in order to be leaving…anyway. The first time I left I remember worrying about having one last cappuccino, and my sister said something about grabbing one at the airport.

last capuFlorence airport is small, a place for puddle jumper planes to take tourists and Italians to much larger international sized airports. There are about four stores upstairs, a café and once inside the sitting area, there are about four more stores. Not the sort of place to find much to do for a long while.

5 am in florence airport

5 am in Florence airport

I did however, find the café at 5 in the morning and had my last cappuccino.

Since then, the airport has become something of a moment I take to pull up a chair, a capu toast the renaissance city, and bid her “until next time.”February in Florence

I must admit, even the airport café with its bright florescent lights and business travelers, and exhausted tourists holds a bit of wonderful mystique. Not to mention a pretty good last capu upon leaving the fabled city.last capu