Our palace is just a bit off our traditional beaten path but not so far we can’t walk all over the central historic area of Florence. (Actually, all of Florence is historic; we are just accustomed to being closer in by a couple of blocks.)
But like any first day in a city, our first chore was grocery shopping. So off we marched to Mercado Centrale, the marvelous, expansive fresh meat, fish and produce market in the middle of Florence surrounded by the booths of leather goods for sale on the streets.
Before entering Mercado Centrale, we stopped in at the Medici Chapel for a visit to Michelangelo, but it was closed on Tuesday, so that will have to wait for another day. It’s my favorite museum in all of Florence, with a lower room full of gold religious reliquaries around the tombs of the lesser Medicis (mostly female) and upstairs the wondrous works of marble by Michelangelo for the various senior (read: male) Medici tombs.
Lynn was looking for the small leather lipstick holders she had bought a few years ago. Then they were five euros each, and after six years, hers is wearing out. But they were hard to find. None of the leather sellers stocked them until we found one right at the entrance to Mercado Centrale. He wanted 10 euros a piece but would take seven for three. We passed up the offer, figuring we might find something better later.
Once in Mercado Centrale, we walked through the stalls of fresh food, stopping first at the chicken counter, where my iPhone translation of chicken thigh was none too accurate. The butcher understand we wanted to cut (taglio) the leg from the thighs; he didn’t understand that we wanted the thigh and not the leg. We finally communicated successfully and gladly paid a couple of euros for three huge thighs that would cost at least twice as much in the U.S.
Then it was off to the produce stalls, where Lynn found the same seller she has purchased from the last three times in Florence. We filled a bag full of garlic, zucchini, lettuce, lemons, mushrooms and tomatoes for the princely sum of a little more than six euros. Then it was off to the cheese counter for a large slice of gorgonzola that set us back another 2.10.
Finally, we stopped at the wine merchant in the center and picked up two extremes–a bottle of Toscana for about 4.50 and a bottle of Rosso di Montalcino that would have cost twice as much as the 13 euros they charged here. The bottle of incredibly inexpensive Toscana would prove to be just fine. Can’t wait for the expensive stuff.
After hauling the goods home, we set out again for exploration. Our goal was to find the leather market near Piazza della Repubblica, where I remembered Lynn buying her original lipstick holder. Our second objective was to find San Ambrogio restaurant just down the street from out last apartment and in view of the simple but important Renaissance church by the same name.
The first objective was a success. We wandered through the stalls of the leather market until–lo and behold–we found the booth selling lipstick holders. The merchant wanted five euros each, exactly the same price Lynn had paid some six years ago.
We grabbed a handful and walked across the street to a friendly restaurant named MaMMaMia, where we enjoyed very good salads, healthy food just for once. Feeling so virtuous, I made a vow to have a Bistecca Fiorentino, the signature steak of Florence, before we leave. Our salads came with frosty mugs of Moretti beer and a bag of Tuscan bread, which is traditionally unsalted and therefore more or less flavorless. But they are proud of it and it is served everywhere.
Filled but not stuffed, we walked off to find San Ambrogio. After a few long blocks through streets that we recognized, we finally found the church. But not the restaurant. We searched for blocks up and down three streets that converge on San Ambrogio church but never could find the restaurant. We found a couple of empty commercial spaces that may have once contained a restaurant but now nothing, just vacant. San Ambrogio, our favorite, was gone.
After a very long walk back to the apartment, I looked up the restaurant online and pretty much concluded that it is indeed gone. The last review I could find was late 2019. That pretty much told us it was a victim of Covid. Remember that Florence and Tuscany are not far from Milan and Lombardy, where the plague first manifested itself in Europe in very early 2020. RIP San Ambrogio. We will miss your twice-grilled octopus and donkey carpaccio.
We had planned to eat at home anyway. Lynn made her crispy French chicken in a skillet with sautéed zucchini and mushrooms. That was as good a meal as we would have the entire sojourn in Europe. Well, except maybe for the cheeks at Bar des Oiseaux. Or the Onion Wellington at Citrus.