If you are craving a wonderfully crusty, dense, doughy sourdough for breakfast in Florence you had better find something else to crave.
When people ask me what I have missed the most while living in Florence my answer is always ‘bread‘. I am then usually berated by comments that ‘Italy has wonderful bread!‘. No doubt, it does. They have great bread. However it is just not the bread that I am after. Continue reading “Live Florence: In search of sourdough”