November 5, 2022
Pisa, Italy
If you’ve never been to Pisa, you should probably go and see the Tower. It’s beautiful and amazing. We were lucky enough to see it on a previous trip. But I’m not sure I would advise a return trip.
So why did we return? First, we had originally planned to go to Cinque Terre instead, but that plan didn’t work out, so we filled the two-day space, with Pisa. Second, I thought there would be other things to see in Pisa. There are “other things” there, but they are not worth a trip. After the wonderful, beautiful, impressive places we have visited all over Tuscany, Pisa isn’t much. And then there was our hotel. . . .
Rick Steves recommended the hotel, though with a mild caveat. Too mild. It didn’t set off any alarms for me. I liked that the hotel was near the Pisa Centrale train station. It would make our coming and going and a possible day trip to Cinque Terre much easier. I looked up the hotel on TripAdvisor and Booking.com and the hotel had very good reviews. SO it seemed like a good idea to avoid the very touristy area near the Tower.
The hotel was a 10-15 minute walk from the station. I was totally unprepared to find ourselves in such a sketchy neighborhood. I felt really uncomfortable walking there. The hotel, at least, was a tidy, well-kept oasis of pleasantness in a sea of urban blight. A lot of effort had gone into the decoration of the lobby, but a TV was always on in the sitting area, and we were received by an unfriendly receptionist. We were told, at 10:30, that check-in was at 2:00. Fair enough. Technically correct. But most places will make an effort to get your room ready earlier, or your room will be ready whenever you arrive and they will let you have it. That was clearly not going to happen here, though we were allowed to leave our bags. A policy is a policy, I get that. But the difference between acceptable and great is making your guests feel like you are glad they are there and being willing to do a little bit extra sometimes.
We came back at 2:30. (I will fill you in on how we spent the intervening time later.). A different unfriendly receptionist was there. We went to our room. It was pretty basic. It was decent enough, but a little tired. There was no information in the room about breakfast hours or the internet password, or anything else, and the receptionist had not mentioned any of this. It turned out that we had not booked the breakfast plan, but it was available for 30 euros. Umm, no thank you. The internet was a hotspot with a generic name - it didn’t seem to be a hotspot that was unique to the hotel.There was no password. Okaaaay, that’s a little too basic. I could go on, but I will just leave it at this: the vibe was bordering on hostile, and there were some things in the room that should have been maintained (like the toilet seat being very loose).
- A piazza with another statue of Vittorio Emmanuele II
- A pedestrianized shopping street
- An unremarkable church that was being restored and was completely covered by some kind of fabric that made the church impossible to see
- A bridge over the Arno
- Another statue of Garibaldi
- Another pedestrianized shopping street
- A small farmer’s market
- A piazza that had some things built by the Medicis and a statue of Cosimo I
- Another pedestrianized street, with a lot of outdoor cafes and a lot of souvenir shops - and a lot of tourists
- Ta da! The Tower and the Field of Miracles (which includes a huge, striking cathedral, a baptistery, and some lesser sites)
View of the Arno from the bridge |
Cosimo I in front of a palace he built in Pisa |
A church Cosimo built |
Hooray for purple vegetables |
The Tower looks small in this photo because the cathedral in the background is so massive. The Towere is actually quite tall and very lovely. |
The Cathedral and the Baptistery |
It was unseasonably warm and sunny, and the walk back was pleasant even though I was starting to feel like my ankle was broken. Ken’s test for whether something is broken: If you can walk on it, it’s not broken.
I liked this riverfront building |
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