Pisa was a welcome respite from the crowds of Florence. We found that there was so much to see of the church and the city beyond its famous bell tower.
The whole church complex is absolutely beautiful and its almost a bit of a shame that its notoriety is derived from the leaning tower because the whole thing is worth visiting in its own right.
The day we arrived in Pisa was October 28th, Morgan’s eighth birthday.
As it turns out, people have to be eight years old to climb the tower. Of course this was very exciting for Morgan, and not so exciting for Vivien. After a brief moment of incredulity (“I’ve climbed the highest church steeple in the world in Ulm!”) she quickly moved on to tour the rest of the church with Brad, while Morgan and I climbed the tower.
Later that evening, we wandered through the town in search of a celebratory birthday dinner.