With the destruction of two cameras in a week (stolen and dropped), I'll stick with the written word.
Florence has two train stations. Still smarting from my trip to Paris' outer suburbs earlier this year, I made the mistake in reverse. Running on three hours' sleep, I moved too slowly to get back on, and had to wait an hour for the next train. The kicker, as I found out later, is that the difference is only 3km.
They have guided tours of secret rooms and passages built into the palace. I couldn't see the doors until they opened them.
We stumbled on a busker singing opera. She was good.
We explored the Roman arena at Verona. It's still in use.
"Juliet's Balcony" was what we were expecting. The romance of this city is elsewhere.