This is not an ordinary travel story. This is a tale of a barbarian from Northern Europe who discovers the riches of other civilizations - without actually plundering them.
As a rule of thumb for my journeys I'm looking out first for the biggest building in town. Generally there are the most riches to be taken seen. So after arriving in the center of Florence I went through narrow alleys directly to the big building with the red round dome.
After arriving there I watched out for the city guards, pretending for a moment that I'm a harmless tourist. But I couldn't see any guards.
It turned out to be a religious temple. From my previous plunderings journeys I remembered that such temples are usually filled with treasuries made of gold and silver. So I went into the massive building.
The inside of the huge dome was covered with an impressive painting.
But I wasn't here to watch such stuff. I was looking for the riches of this town. So I searched carefully inside the building for them, but could only find the remains of a former king or priest of Florence.
After finding nothing of any value inside, I decided to climb the dome to have an outlook for a better target for my raid visit of the town.
Halfway to the top I spotted a wall where people had made writing despite this was forbidden. So wrote on it: "Do not write on the walls!"
Then I had to climb a narrow steep stairway. Here one can see the round brickwork of the dome on my way.
After the demanding stairway I was finally on top and enjoyed a tremendous view over the town of Florence.
In the middle of the scenery I spotted my next target - the Palazzo Vecchio, the town hall of Florence. I was sure, that this was the place I was looking for: the place, where the town is keeping its treasures.
Normally I use the cover of the night to break in a castle. This time I went there at daylight - because the unsuspecting fools had leave the main door wide open. This was obviously a lucky day for me.
Inside I realized, that I was now at the right place. There were all kind of riches. Even the roof was made of gold.
Then in one of the chambers I found finally what I was looking for - a modest table made of silver and gold. Just the one that I ever wanted.
To my delight the morons of the town had secured this precious piece of furniture only with a pane of glass. Can you believe this? It was really my lucky day.
But then I realized that this table was way to heavy to carry it away by myself. So I decided to come back next year with some fellow barbarians to bring it home with their help show it to them.