"The city, she is beautiful, no?"

Still no luggage, and I'm picturing the entire thing as a network TV news story with its own logo and musical cue: CLOTHING CRISIS, Day Two. EUROPE IN TATTERS.

Of course, when you have only one set of clothes, you want to be sure to sweat. In the morning, to make sure we're good and sweaty, we climb up to Piazzale Michelangelo overlooking the city. It has a postcard view from the hill, and is apparently a popular place for American boys to pretend they are Italian while looking for American girls who will be impressed by their fake accents and broken English. I mean, that’s what I hear.

Not many people make this trip on foot, but the road winds along the Fortress walls and through a little-known part of the city before turning up to Miniato and the Piazzale. You pass ancient castle walls and can see goats grazing in the fields. It always feels like stepping through time.

On the way down we stop to buy some cheap tourist T-shirts, so at least we have a fresh look for dinner.

Later we hangout in a sidewalk café like tourists, sipping beverages and watching the older kids play soccer in the middle of the street, up against a church wall.

That night we go to a nearby theater to see “Fantastic Four.” If you’re going to see a movie in another language, make it one with plenty of explosions and people who regularly burst into flame.

Later, I find out that my parents used to go to this same theater during their whirlwind courtship. Considering how quickly they got married, my guess is some people were bursting into flame even back then.