In Florence ‘hospitality’ is a living art form. One doesn’t have guests; one receives them, as if the very act of a guest entering your home or hotel were a gift to you.
Florentines know and revere their local hoteliers and concierges. It’s understandable that, on a sunny spring day, Romina and Claudio will stop at the terrazzo outside the JK Place for an aperitivo and stuzzichini, that Sofia might join a friend for tea at Palazzo Vecchietti, and that Elio would stroll the gardens of the Four Seasons Firenze just because he can.
Florence’s buildings tell its stories. You hear their echoes when you see the majestic “kneeling” windows in Palazzo Vecchietti, when you’re served brunch under a skylight inside the JK Place, and when the doormen outside the Four Seasons Firenze greet you like an old friend.
So! Do as the Baratis do. Go inside. Explore the rooms. Make time for an espresso, an aperitivo, and a conversation. Pay attention to the walls, the architectural details, the colors. Know that these palazzi are homes passed down through generations of Florentine families. Embrace and savor the hospitality. It will all get under your skin. And when you return home, something about you will have changed.