Brooklyn, New York
September 17, 2001
That is what I wrote a few days after September 11th, when I was crying over a much-coveted copy of the International Herald Tribune and trying to calm myself by sipping chamomile in the sun. I was in a bad mood. I didn't yet realize why the tourist prices were so well-deserved.
Giubbe Rosse is one of the few places in Florence where you can sit down surrounded by the progressive crowd, modern art, history and a killer apertivo or cup of chamomile. After the initial romance of anything renaissance wears off, you'll realize how valuable this really is.
Giubbe Rosse, or the red jackets, was the meeting place and breeding ground for revolutionaries against communism whose slogan, marciare non marcire (or march, don't rot), can still be found printed on postcards at the back of the cafe. Besides the intellectuals, artists and revolutionaries who've graced these walls, there is an excellent photography exhibit on the September 11th attacks in New York.
From journal Pasta and Pesce in Florence