We then went out for a coffee, a gelato, a last look around, and were amazed to find the streets completely empty of cars. A bit concerned about getting to the station in this car free city, we went back to the hotel to find out the situation regarding a taxi to the station with our luggage. It seems that every weekend the historic centre of Bologna is free of traffic. Picture shows Via Indipedenza, the main street. The woman who runs our hotel made a very long phone call to the taxi company, explaining that we were ‘anziane’. Finally she took the phone off the hook, came down in the lift with us, and took across to a corner where the taxi immediately pulled up.
The station at Bologna is now many times the size it was during my last visit. These two ‘anziane’ struggled down what seemed like five escalators with two bags each, to find the platform. Once there, we positioned ourselves, by the ‘Business Class’ indicator which showed where our carriage would pull up.
Wrong. All the indicator boards were wrong, which meant we spent half of our 30 minute train trip to Florence battling down the corridors with our luggage, meeting other passengers coming in the other direction with their luggage.
A quick snack at the station in Florence, then on to our next train for an hour and a half to the Tuscan village where we were to spend ten days.