It was beautiful up there from Piazzale Michelangelo. I could see Brunelleschi’s dome in a distance, lit brightly by the lights underneath. Palazzo vecchio tried to steal the shine from the duomo. Streetlights lined the river Arno and the famed Ponte Vecchio. Someone was playing the Italian version of ‘Fix you’ on a guitar behind us. There were some remains of the day behind hills beyond the cityscape. Lights were flickering like tiny fireflies across the valley. A Peroni in one hand and a cracker biscuit in another, we spent the night chatting underneath the stars. It was one of those rare sights whose magic a camera phone cannot capture. The church bells clang behind us, the song died, and it was time for us to go.