If you happen to go to Florence with your children or even yourself, you can not miss between a Giotto, a Vasari and Michelangelo, to make a detour to the dairy milk and coffee. It 's very close to the center, is located in Via degli Alfani 39/re be waiting there behind the old counter, there Mrs Vanna or one of his sons.
Here it is, Mrs. Vanna, surrounded by a group of tourists hungry for sweet dishes.
In its dairy cakes can be enjoyed as the one you see in the picture above and the scent of bygone days, all homemade, with lots of passion from the daughter of Vanna, Eleonora.
And then you can drink some good tea with cinnamon, which overcomes you and make you feel the atmosphere of Christmas to February, or August. Or for the sweet tooth, you can dive into a cup of hot chocolate, or cappuccione, or even in milk with cinnamon.
Everything in this shop knows the past: the smells, the pictures on the walls that invite you into the garden of Pinocchio in Collodi, the coffee machine that Mrs. Vanna asks you to photograph because of the 50s when the old wooden tables and rickety chairs.
Mrs. Vanna is a very sweet woman, like pouring cream on the cake is that only by modesty, avoids directly to lick the plate because of creams if they are not so many around, even in the largest and most famous pastry shops. And if you behave well, will be happy to tell his story, strong woman who knew how to roll up their sleeves and pull her three older children behind the counter of a dairy. And if you're very polite, you may invite you to visit her in the back kitchen, where you can still see on the shelves at the top glass jars which were fished from the candy.
But that makes us a heifer on the marble counter of the dairy? Well, it is soon solved the mystery. Until 1920 this was not a dairy but a butcher. The bank was higher and was then cut and lowered from the original owners, while the back can still be seen where the grills were poured the blood of slaughtered animals, but this is now ancient history!
And here is the front door with a group of jelly golosastri who have decorated the cake Breton. You will not describe it, impossible to explain the pleasure you feel eating it, if you like, go and taste it.
Prices are not cheap, but word of Echino, pennies are definitely well spent!
to be photographed behind the counter Mrs. Vanna has even taken off her apron. Long live the honest, decent and gentle feminine vanity! :-D
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