We fit the tourist persona in Florence. In a over traveled, under slept stupor we stumbled into our hotel. Within a minute Brian broke an antique sconce from God knows when and we washed some dirty clothes. After sleeping for 14 or so hours we hurried out for our morning tour. We were surprisingly met by our angry hotelier when we arrived back. They were not happy with the broken sconce that in our stupor we forgot to report and that we hung our laundry out on a street that was forbidden to have laundry on. All which the sign on our room clearly stated was prohibited. Our smugness left us immediately and we will remain the humble, dumb, American tourist until we leave Florence.