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"Ci vediamo più tardi," the concierge jokes with me when I eventually depart the Lungarno. Literally, it means "see you later," for he knows I'll be back in a month or six, as has been my custom these past two decades.

On the left bank of the Arno, just a half-block from the Ponte Vecchio, this hotel meets my standards of comfort and extreme good taste. Always a pleasant place to stay, the Lungarno received a major upgrade 14 years ago when the Ferragamo family acquired it. All of the rooms, half of which face the river, were tastefully redone. The prints on the walls are notably attractive.

My buying agent, Guido, a close friend of 30 years, originally found it for me. I've been enjoying sojourns there, at a generous discount, ever since. 

I have often found the lobby of a hotel to be a good predictor of the overall experience. At the Lungarno, some dozen pairs of club chairs covered in white canvas slip covers with blue cording face the Arno. It's impossible to miss the huge dome of the Duomo. The room bespeaks elegance and sophistication, and you can bet the people-watching is engrossing, too.

I  sink into the downy pillows of a love seat and order a gin martini with extra olives. The barman requires no instructions. A waiter in white jacket and black tie, who speaks perfectly accented English, delivers salty almonds with my drink. On the next pass, he presents something delectable wrapped in prosciutto, then chunks of Reggiano with droplets of aged balsamic vinegar.

I'll meditate happily like this until the church bell tolls eight, then repair to any one of a dozen great restaurants within walking distance.

La vita e' bella, no

J. Peterman


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February 20, 2009 12:46 AM
1807 10photoviewsFirst-comFirst-photoHr-1 Holly said...

I love staying at the Fenice Palace. I have a view of San Lorenzo out my window. It gets a bit noisy sometimes, but I don't care. I have a great time leaning out the window and pretending I am Sophia Loren looking for my Marcelo.

February 20, 2009 1:36 PM
First-com luludemajorque said...

When the bell tolls eight for Mr. Peterman, I wonder ,do you also have a few "After Eights" on hand to enjoy or do you reserve those for Britain or The States...? You have to love Ferragamo - good taste and quality make for a winning combination.

February 20, 2009 6:43 PM
1691 10photoviewsFirst-comFirst-photoHr-1 Lady Comrade said...

Si, la vita e' bella. It's quite a shame I've been to Italy twice and never made it north of Rome.

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