The Arno looking east

Years ago, I lived in the extreme east of Florence. It was an unremarkable but unsqualid neighbourhood, for the most part, ornamented with unfriendly-looking modern churches. But just to the south, on the river, you encountered an informal zona rosa of the Nigerian prostitutes - the woods in this picture were a dubious place at night.

In the daylight, however, the river was lovely. Especially, as here, when the sun creeps back after a warm rain.