While there already has been a decline in temps over the past three weeks, I’ve experienced the warm humidity of the valley of Firenze (mosquito bites included) the first week, to be broken by the deluge of rain within the first weekend (nothing to write home about, I didn’t get caught in it, and it only lasted an hour or two).
Most recently, a daily forecast ranges from the low 50s until noon, and then soar into the 80s by dinner. As the sun goes down, again the temps dip to the lower spectrum. I’m pleased by the weather now that the initial humidity has seemed to evaporate. It reminds me of home: it’s warm in the sun, and cool in the shade. It’s a type of weather that is easily paired with a sweater and a skirt, or tights jeans and a loose top.
Italians seems to prepare for the worse and hope for the best. Attire is long-sleeved and bundled up---bare legs and shoulders are prohibited in churches, but I think it goes beyond that. The people dress so well! Having grown up with a daily uniform throughout elementary and high school, and going to college in an arctic tundra that permits an unofficial uniform of leggings, boots, and down parkas, I find myself striving to keep up with both the weather and the fashions of the locals.
I’d also argue that the men here dress to impress the women. They peacock their savviness with tailored suits, tapered ties, and soft pastels and colors that exhibit something beyond the American metrosexual. Whereas at home, it’s the dipped necklines and nipped waists of the women’s fashions that flaunt figures. The women in Florence robe themselves in neutrals and knee-lengthed fashions that keep necklines high and much to the imagination. It’s a classy look that goes in hand with the proud runway walk that seems to affect almost all the females in Firenze.
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