Of all the places I’ve stayed in, Pitti Penthouse was by far the most luxurious. I dont think i’ve even been in a hotel i could claim to love as much as i did the Pitti.. and yes, that’s what it’s called. The Pitti Penthouse, like in olden english times where you give your house names. Oh, just taking my carriage back to The Red Turret. The House over the Moors. Dont mind me.
The pictures dont even properly capture how vast the space is. Fully airconditioned of course, in a building with a lift – crucial, when you’re traveling with two backbreaking luggages – and not one, but two terraces, one per level. I felt like I couldn’t even decide where I’d rather spend my morning and evenings, indoors or outdoors. I would actually wake up early to hop outdoors with my laptop, check my email, and relish in the knowledge that ohay, just casually checking my mail on my terrace with milk and cookies and an amazing view… because when else, right? And if you know me you know that it takes a lot to get me up early and out of bed.
The master bedroom is situated upstairs, with it’s own walk in wardrobe (!!! squeal !!!) and another terrace, but honestly – the place could easily fit six people. And the entire place dripped with taste, art pieces at every corner and interior decor designed to impress. I had a good time playing at hostess to.. myself, tinkering around in the fully equipped kitchen to whip out a dinner of steak and chips. It all felt very fancy, eating at the huge dining table with paintings staring you down. There are even dining location options – you can have your meal indoors or outdoors, either way there’s a whole fancy set up for you to take advantage of. It’s the kind of place you live in, i think, not just pass through. I found myself taking notes. Dreams of a glamorous future and all that.
It wasn’t just that the place was gorgeous. It so perfectly created the illusion of a type of lifestyle you’d want to subscribe to. For three days I was the type of person to throw dinner parties. To lounge in a terrace with a book. To appreciate art. To have the happiest point in my day be coming back to my house after a long day out. To walk into a room and think to myself, this is my empire. I’m not even going to apologize for the melodramatics..
Lets move on to the more conventional things one looks for in a house. A great view? An elevator? While others doodled images of bungalows in school, my dream was always to live in a penthouse – but maybe that’s just me. All that aside though, one factor that’s universal has to be location. Pitti Penthouse was right in the center of town – and waking up to views like the Forte Belvedere hills and the Piazza Pitti is no laughing matter. It’s right next to the famous Ponte Vecchio and walking distance from basically everything in Florence – sure, Firenze is a small city, but not having to take a single bus or train the entire time we were there sure sweetened the deal. Besides, walking back to the penthouse most nights afforded us some of the most amazing views..
Collectively now – sigh.
When Marusca contacted me and invited us to stay in the Pitti Penthouse, I browsed reviews and pictures online and thought to myself this is probably too good to be true, and it isn’t that often i’ll admit i’m wrong, but oh boy. How glad i am to be wrong. This place was, if anything, better than anything i could have expected. I can’t imagine staying anywhere else if I come back to Florence – and I would recommend it to families, couples, groups of friends… but even if you’re traveling alone or in a smaller group, one thing I liked so much about Marusca was her sense of style, which shows up so clearly in the Pitti Penthouse and other apartments she owns. I had a quick hop over to her other property listings and they were all centered around the city, immaculately designed, and filtered based on how many people it could accommodate. They had studios for singles, couples, friends, and so on – and of course my favorite will always be the Pitti Penthouse, but if you’re looking for something on a slightly smaller scale, any of her apartments are guaranteed to make Firenze utterly memorable. Leaving her apartment, I turned and gushed to her:
“Your place is so beautiful!”
And she looked at me and drawled
“Isn’t it, though?”
Italians. I love it.
Thank you so much for your hospitality, Marusca and Daniele!
You know. If you’re headed to Florence and you’re keen on living a dream.