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My eighth holiday of 2003 was to Florence. We didn't actually do a whole lot - it was raining most of the weekend so we barely left the flat. But we did manage to go up the Campanile, as night was falling and the rain clouds were finally breaking up. I hadn't liked Florence very much at all when we'd been here in the blazing heat of July, but now there were not nearly so many tourists, and in the rain the town had a much nicer atmosphere.