The damned trumpets.

There is one downside I have found to living in the centre of Florence... I keep getting woken up to the sound of festive trumpets and drums. Coooool I hear you say? Yes, the first, second and third times, then I just start feeling guilty that at 10.30am I am still in bed and I can't find the energy to get up and see what all the fuss is about. On the 2nd of June, however I did get up. June 2nd is the National Day of Italian Republic so I made my way to Piazza della Signoria to see some of the festivities... Viva l'Italia!