Tuscany Region
Tuscany, one of Italy’s most iconic regions, is a land of dreams—a patchwork of rolling vineyards, golden wheat fields, and cypress-lined roads that stretch toward the horizon. Medieval hill towns perch like jewels atop sunlit slopes, their stone walls whispering tales of centuries past. And then there’s Florence, the crown jewel of the Renaissance, so dazzling and storied it needs no introduction.
It’s also where I once worked in the fashion business, at Gucci, before the company uprooted itself, lock, stock, and barrel, all the way to London. (Though I’m pretty sure Gigia would have preferred a career in napping over fashion.)
From the earthy aroma of truffle-rich forests to the clinking of wine glasses in rustic trattorias, Tuscany is a feast for the senses, a place where history, art, and nature intertwine in perfect harmony.
Tuscany’s timeless beauty and rich culture are celebrated around the globe. And with Gigia leading the way, even the most iconic landscapes feel even more enchanting. Who knew a cat could steal the spotlight from the Renaissance?
Florence
Florence
Florence—a city so dazzling it needs no introduction, yet Gigia, with her quiet feline determination, managed to carve out her own quirky legacy in this Renaissance wonderland. Of course, one must visit the monuments Florence is renowned for, especially on a first-time visit: the Duomo, with its iconic dome; the San Giovanni Baptistery, with its gleaming bronze doors; and the Ponte Santa Trinita, offering postcard-perfect views of the Arno. But while humans lined up for a lightning-speed sprint through the Duomo, Gigia was content to admire it from afar, patrolling its perimeter like a tiny, furry sentinel. Who needs to climb 463 steps for a view when you can bask in the glory of Brunelleschi’s dome from the comfort of the piazza? Plus, her distinct tourist behaviour didn’t go unnoticed. Turns out, a cat striking poses and gazing thoughtfully at a cathedral is a surefire way to attract attention—and maybe a few admiring glances (and perhaps a stray meatball) from amused onlookers.
But Gigia’s Florentine adventures weren’t all ancient stones and solemn gazes. Down in the underground shopping centre of the Stazione Santa Maria Novella, she stumbled upon a modern marvel: digital waves. Yes, fake water. And let’s just say, she was impressed. Who knew technology could make her feel like she was at the beach while surrounded by gelato shops and souvenir stalls? For a moment, she considered pouncing—until she remembered she was, in fact, on solid ground.
Florence is also a city of cafés, ranging from the trendy Rooster Café to the elegant Caffè dell’Opera, not to mention the historic Gilli, a destination in its own right. But for Gigia, the real stars of the show were the lampredotto trucks dotted around town. Forget the ones in the market (though the market is a lovely place)—she preferred the street-side carts, where the tripe-filled sandwiches are served with a side of Florentine charm. For Gigia, lampredotto wasn’t just a snack—it was a cultural experience, a reminder that even in a city of towering domes and golden masterpieces, the simplest pleasures are often the most satisfying.
In the end, Gigia’s Florentine escapade was a perfect blend of old and new, grandeur and whimsy. From the Duomo’s awe-inspiring facade to the digital waves below, she left her paw prints—both literal and metaphorical—on a city that never fails to surprise, delight, and occasionally baffle. And who knows? Maybe one day, Florence will erect a statue in her honour: “Gigia, the Distinct Admirer of Domes and Connoisseur of Lampredotto.” A cat can dream.
