Ponte Vecchio — (𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘦: ~ 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘺~ )
Santa Maria del Fiore — (𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.)
Piazza della Santissima Annunziata — (𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘢.)
Villa Fabricotti — (𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯.)
Piazza Santa Maria Novella — (…𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭.)
Belvedere Vittorio Sermonti — (𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳.)
