Unless you are really running low on souvenirs emblazoned with male genitalia (and who isn't?) and/or non-descript leather bags, there's no reason to allow a lot of time here. It's a tourist trap and a dull one at that. Rub the nose of Il Porcellino for luck and kicks and be done with it.
The church near the central station is not only famous for its frescos by Domenico Ghirlandaio but also because Boccaccio lets start his "Decamerone" here.
The Duomo. When I would get lost walking home at night, I would get oriented by asking passers-by "Dove il Duomo?". That little bit of info always go me back on the right track. Should that have been: "Dove il Duomo è?"
Unless you are really running low on souvenirs emblazoned with male genitalia (and who isn't?) and/or non-descript leather bags, there's no reason to allow a lot of time here. It's a tourist trap and a dull one at that. Rub the nose of Il Porcellino for luck and kicks and be done with it.
We rented bicycles and cruised the neighborhoods on both sides of the Arno. Enjoyed a gorgeous sunset view of the Ponte Vecchio while picnicking on the banks of the river.