He laughed, pleased and rumbling, as he snagged his own coat, scarf, and gloves. “Could try an experiment to see how long we can subsist on wine and gelato. Come on.”
Hand in hand, fingers tangled, they made their way out of the hotel and into the streets of Florence. It was an overcast day, and the sunset had been little more than a smear of muddy pink in the sky; now it was mellowing to a soft blue twilight. Their shadows were almost bright blue as they cut across the pools of light cast by the street lamps.
As they turned south, towards the river, Sherlock ran his gloved thumb over the back of Molly’s knuckles.
“Should we lead with a museum day, tomorrow? Art, science, history? Or should we investigate the Cathedral? I haven’t been to see the Gates of Paradise since I came here on a school trip as a boy.”
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Date: 2019-01-18 04:06 am (UTC)Hand in hand, fingers tangled, they made their way out of the hotel and into the streets of Florence. It was an overcast day, and the sunset had been little more than a smear of muddy pink in the sky; now it was mellowing to a soft blue twilight. Their shadows were almost bright blue as they cut across the pools of light cast by the street lamps.
As they turned south, towards the river, Sherlock ran his gloved thumb over the back of Molly’s knuckles.
“Should we lead with a museum day, tomorrow? Art, science, history? Or should we investigate the Cathedral? I haven’t been to see the Gates of Paradise since I came here on a school trip as a boy.”