A quiet war is waging on the streets Florence as the rain has set in. The roads are crowed with crashing umbrellas. Wet footsteps. Damp socks. It is very cold. Next time I shall remember to wear my wellingtons. Duh. There are only two weeks left to the end of this school year and there are presents to be brought! Yay. I splashed my way through Piazza della Signoria... where I haven't been for a very long time. Neptune is still there giving the fake David a side on glare... 'Poser' he thinks to himself... But David doesn't seam to care.