There are so many antiques shops and galleries everywhere in Florence. But in little back streets and on some of the big streets we never found a day when all were open. But slowly antiques shops would appear behind shutters like crocuses in the spring around every corner. Unfortunately for me, the vast majority had a before 1750 or after 1950 look.
True to an antique dealer on holiday, I got up at six o'clock on a Sunday morning to a place a stone's throw from the Doumo for a flea market. This was not my best move.
For the next four hours miscellaneous things came very slowly out from cardboard boxes. Maybe it was because I was the only foreign dealer there,or simply sellers' apathy. Probably it was the appeal of the nice cafes surrounding the market where I enjoyed talking to Italian dealers - really nice people! I spent more on coffee than antiques.