I am fascinated by these "caves" in Florence. Everything is so cramped that these caves become workshops. I saw this little car and took a snap shot. The owner came over from across the street and a conversation ensued. He spoke Italian and he spoke French. We spoke French for about 2 hours about all kinds of stuff. He was a very sweet man in his mid 70's. He cleared everything off the car so I could take a picture. I think he said the car was 1956 and it's Fiat. It is "Nickel" as they say in French..( perfect condition)
He asked me to meet him for coffee the next evening but I begged off. A friend of his walked by and he waved him off....but the friend was not having it. He came right in...It allowed me to escape.
I feel bad as he was such a nice man, but I didn't feel comfortable meeting him. I could see the look in his eyes...I worry that when you become a certain age, perhaps you don't feel vital or of interest any more. I didn't want him to feel that way. I am just a bit wary of anyone that is too friendly.
I will stop by the next time I am in Firenze.
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