... woke up in Florence

To start my travel impressions, there is something incredible: All trains were on time. The three-women's sleeping compartment (including a tiny washroom) was sparkling clean, the service was excellent and the welcome gift of slippers (?), drinks, towel and earplugs was surprising.

I would have liked to have been rocked in this compartment for a little longer, but arriving in Florence brought this miracle to an abrupt end. Poor signage in the station, baggage claim still closed, no place to sit. So I sat down with the bums on the park bench with my ÖBB breakfast package. Not robbed but finally without my backpack, I made my way to the old town. There: crowds of people. My only option is to escape to the museum and to a magnificent exhibition by Anselm Kiefer. That alone is worth a trip here.