Today the ship docked in Livorno, Italy, the Tuscan port that serves as the gateway to Florence and Pisa. On paper it’s one of the key stops of the whole itinerary. In practice, I’d just spent three full days walking Rome and dealing with jet lag, and I couldn’t muster much enthusiasm for a two-hour-each-way coach to Florence to speed-walk past the highlights1. Everything I’ve read suggests Florence deserves better than that, and I’d rather save it for a proper family visit somewhere down the road. Using this logic, I scaled back my ambitions for Livorno itself and decided to keep it simple.
The ship ran a complimentary shuttle from the pier into the center of town. I hopped on with no itinerary and no agenda beyond walking the downtown a bit.

Livorno’s center is pleasant and refreshingly unhurried after Rome.

The one thing I did go out of my way to see was the Mercato Centrale, Livorno’s grand 19th-century covered market. It’s a soaring iron-and-glass hall packed wall to wall with stalls: butchers, bakers, cheesemongers, produce, and a few little eateries tucked in among them. Plus every type of seafood that exists, I think! I did a slow, aimless loop and just enjoyed the bustle. I’d love to live somewhere where we had a market like this available within walking distance. Oh the meals I’d cook!

That was about the extent of my exertion. I made a meandering path back to the shuttle stop after an hour or so.
Back on the ship, lunch was up on deck at La Terrazza, with a view back over the port:

The rest of the afternoon I spent doing a whole lot of nothing. I parked at the coffee bar for a bit and worked on this journal, then retreated to my balcony with my Kindle.

For dinner I ate solo in Atlantide, the main restaurant, at a window table right as we sailed away from Livorno. The menu, for the curious:




During dinner I leaned my phone against the window and grabbed this time-lapse of our sailaway:
After dinner, I had a great view from my veranda:
Later, after sunset, the pool deck started to come alive:
I also snapped a pic of the menu for Spaccanapoli, the ship’s Neapolitan pizza restaurant, for later reference:

The relaxed pace of the day helped me recharge my “travel batteries” after keeping a hectic pace since leaving home.
Footnotes:
Sort of like what my wife and I did in Paris on our honeymoon European cruise on Celebrity. Sure, it checks things off the list, but you don’t really see them, do you. ↩