Gosh! It's been a while since I've seen grown men duking it out in the street. I was sat in the Duomo square, all cathedraled out, while the rest explored the interior. Loud, high-pitched shouting from 100 metres away, at the shops lining the open area. Through the crowd I saw a young guy - looked like Bruce Lee - punching at a bigger guy wearing a high - viz yellow jacket. This style-atrocity did not seem to be the proximate cause of the conflict.
The violence must have lasted all of twenty seconds or so before both men ran off. Two cops arrived a minute or so later - impressive, I couldn't see any cctv - but the evidence had thoroughly departed.
Here are some pix. We left the car at an out-of-town car park and trammed in. Clare was keen to photograph the young gentlemen against the background of the Ponte Vecchio, repeating a snap taken twenty years ago.
