Two weeks in Italy can hardly do it justice, but to feed my need to see the classics we started with three of the great cities: Milan, Venice and Florence.
La Scala, non-stop fashion and The Last Supper made Milan come to life despite the steady downpour.
And though no words can hope to truly define Venice, our perch overlooking the Peggy Guggenheim Collection — and the collection itself — gave hope that this unique place would never succumb to the pressure of commercialization.
And with high-speed train travel putting our US system to shame, shooting while moving from Venice to Florence was effortless.
As soon as we moved away from the crush surrounding the Duomo in Florence, the city opened its arms and welcomed us. I needed to see and feel these heavily-visited cities to begin my Italian education with the intent of knowing where to go next time…and there definitely will be one.