Ice cream and a Dome

This is a strange visit.

The title is weird, I know. Yes, it involves Ice cream (gelato).

From what I could make out of this visit is weird, strange and extremely funny.

Who I was with is easy have a guess?

Yeah, you guessed right, it's my stupid husband Gary.

The place we are at is an ice cream parlour, it's not an England ice cream parlour.

Looking around the parlour there are a lot of wooden chairs and tables. Outside the name is Eduardo. (Had to Google to see if this was a real place and wow, it is exactly as I saw this place).

There is a barista coffee machine, and blackboard with all different kinds of drinks on one side of the board and on the other side was the different types of delicious cakes, biscuits and ice cream (gelato) and of course it is all written in Italian.

I can see I am wearing my favourite patchwork dungarees and an Aqua green T-shirt on my feet are flip flops red ones.

Gary is by myself he is wearing Red t-shirt and blue denim jeans and trainers white ones, (they look new).

Now I'm not the only people in this parlour that sells mostly ice cream.

With us are my sister and niece, looks like they are invited for a short break.

We are all standing at the front of this counter, which has the most delightful selection of goodies, the smells coming from the back of the shop was making my taste buds go wild.

Gary said its my treat 'what would you like girls'?

Talking to me my sister and my niece.

My sister asked for ice cream so did my niece.

It's been mine turn and asked for Vanilla and Pistachio nut mixed ice cream.

The woman behind the counter who's name on her badge was unusual said Zuanna, she had long auburn hair down to her back, green, grey eyes, olive skin, no makeup, medium build, wearing black uniform and a stripey blue and white apron.

Then it was Gary's turn to ask for something he spoke in Italian to the woman behind the counter asking for a large tub of vanilla ice cream.

I saw Zuanna wink at Gary and serve up the four tubs of Ice cream. One large Vanilla, one vanilla scoop then a pistachio nut scoop (yeah, that beautiful green coloured nut), one strawberry and one chocolate scoop for my sister and my niece.

Wooden spoons were put into the fours tubs placed onto the counter and Zuanna spoke in her Italian accent the price of all the ice creams while drooling at my Gary.

I was watching her, but never said anything, I know women drool over him but he is mine.

Gary paid her the money for the ice creams and said Goodbye.

Zuanna winks at him again and she handed him some change and a piece of paper not a receipt but what looked like a number.

Gary is feeling uneasy about this situation opened the door of the parlour held the door open for us girls and smiled. Walking with his hand in mine said 'sorry'.

Taking a scoop of his ice cream he smears some across my right cheek and intentionally licks it off my cheek.

Finding the nearest rubbish bin he screwed up the piece of paper and threw it in the bin.

Outside the street named (Piazza del Duomo), it's very compact and narrow, cobblestoned street buildings of terracotta colour.

We are in Florence, Italy again seems to be one of the favourite places to visit when soul travelling.

I notice my sister and niece have vanished from where we are.

Looking down the street I can see them walking in the different direction.

Oh well she never even said where she was going.

Gary said ' don't worry sweetheart, let them explore the city, it's beautiful, full of wonder and inspiration'

We. Continue to walk down the street to where I can see the huge dome.

Here on the earth plane, it's a Cathedral, but here it's a museum and art gallery of beautiful artefacts and paintings.

Piazza del Duomo, or in English the Cathedral Square..

We walk hand in hand to the Cathedral/museum swings each others arms like little kids.

Stepping up to the front doors we have the doors opened for us by a kind man who was walking out

We both say 'Grazie mille' together, then laugh.

It's true when we are together we are connected together like super glue.

The man in return said 'prego' with a smile.

Stepping inside 💠 was breath taking.

So many different things to see.

Marble flooring all in white. No more Christian stuff just beautiful art work in frames and some literally painted on the walls like graffiti, but in a way like the old Italian frescos.

The lighting was spectacular as there was a glass above which was letting the sunshine in.

Just below the glass was a calming painted fresco of aqua blue with golden individually painted stars all across the dome.

Standing in the middle of the cathedral I was grabbed and the most powerful form of a kiss blew me from Gary and straight into my bed woken up by a cat washing my face