"Have you noticed that after a week in Italy
we haven't seen one busker?" TO asked.
We were heading for the Piazza del Duomo, and about to catch our very first glimpse of Florence 's
famous cathedral.
A few seconds later we turned the corner and there she was…
An old gypsy with one of those pathetic little plastic drinking cups that
wouldn't hold a euro, on her knees in an attitude of prayer.
I cannot tell a lie… we both broke into fits of hysterical
laughter.
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The picture below does not seem to be from Florence , nor does it seem to show any bona
fide Gypsies busking, but it did make me smile.
