A funny thing happened in town this weekend. There were men, dressed for a day on the golf course, wandering about il centro with golf bags in hand.
Their destination: the venerable Ponte Vecchio, where a tournament of sorts was taking place.
A driving range was set up in the centre of the bridge.
Seems the objective was to hit a golf ball ....
... onto one of these floating greens.
And the just reward for all this hard work.......a lovely cocktail on the banks of the Arno.
When I am back in Canada, Clarence will have to teach me how to play golf!
