Wednesday 9th, Pistoia
Pistoia is a nice town, a bit too close to Florence, which means it does not get a tourist flow, since all the tourist prefer the more famous Renaissance capital; it's a bit too far from Florence to get tails of tourist who are visiting and want to make an excursion. Therefore, in spite of its beatiful center, build around the Via Cassia - a highway dating the roman times, you will find an authentic local life. Pistoia is worldwide famous for the invention of the pistol, which owns its name to the city. The mechanical tradition continued, and nowadays Pistoia is an important train manufacturing center. Most of all, Pistoia is full of shops, and those need to be visited one by one, looking at every single good; buying and carrying staff around, with three annoyed kids, is the best way of spending a day there. Especially drugstores are characteristic. We entered one, looking for some eye-drops for my famous allergy - in the shop there was a water distributor, one of those you find in every waiting room over here - only there it was surrounded by advertising material. My children, in their dutch ignorance, started pouring some water at it, with immediate reaction of the clerck, who explained us that that water was not meant to be drunk, but only to be dispensed to customers willing to buy it. Embarrassed, I returned the filled paper glasses to the clerck, and invited him to drink it - better him than us.
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