Here we are, bleary-eyed in Florence, stumbling over the punctuation marks on this bizarre euro-keyboard. It's good to see some things haven't changed in Italy, like Al'Italia's army of mini-skirt clad service girls (and the pretty city police girls manning the tourist aid stand). Everyone here is "dressed". I,m the only person in town with a T-shirt (and I thought powerpuff girls would be oh-so chic), the women are ALL in heels (on the cobblestones, yet). OK, time to run. This is costing me 7500 lire an hour! Wheee!