L'Hôte: Leg Two

I hailed a cab, loaded my bags and stared blankly at the driver as he tried to explain to me that my hotel was a block away (I could have cared less), but eventually caught on to the hollow pits of death that were my eyes and recovered, now saying I was smart for taking a cab so late ... I'd leave Friday for tourist-y things like Il Duomo and Saturday would be an early morning breakfast followed by a peaceful morning in the Giardini Publicci with a book and a te cappucio. ...