Piazza della Liberta'

Went down to Florence to get my tax number. Turned out I was already on the system. I was passed to the boss who looked more like someone out of a nouvelle vague film with his black leather jacket and slouching good looks than a tax officer.

Turns out he liked "la 'aggis". As he manipulated the system to give me a fresher tax identity we chatted about a Scottish referendum.

I left clutching the all important piece of paper and promised to bring him some Haggis the next time we met.