Tours is admittedly not the best name for a city.
When my parents told friends/coworkers/acquaintances they were going to visit their daughter and son-in-law who lived in France, the conversation went something like this:
Parent: We're going to go visit Emily in France.
Friend: Oh, how nice! Where in France?
F: But where are you going to go?
F: Yes, but what city(s)?
It's basically the French version of "Who's on First?" And try Googling anything in this city - "Best Indian restaurant in Tours, France" "Hair salons in Tours, France" - and more often than not, you get results such as "Take a tour of France," "Tours of the Loire Valley," etc.
But while it's true my parents came to the actual city of Tours, we also did a mini-Euro tour. After five days in our new hometown, it was time to set out on the rest of the adventure. On June 29th, we set out for Pisa. Although a delayed train on the way to Paris-Beauvais airport caused a full-out sprint through the Paris metro, we managed to make all our transportation on time (if breathless and incredibly sweaty), arriving in Pisa at 10:30 that night.
Pisa wasn't a long stop - merely a cheap(ish) way to get from France to Italy - but we did want to see something there. You know what I'm talking about: that crooked thing. The Leaning Tower of Pisa.
A lot of my photographs tend to come out crooked because I'm right-handed, and I tend to pull down more with that hand while holding my camera aloft. But I am proud to say these pics aren't my fault - that thing really does lean. Heaven only knows why, and how it's managed to stay upright all these years, but it has. Go figure.
Pisa was an adorable little town and I would like to (eventually) spend more time there, but we had a more important destination to get to: Firenze. Brace yourself - you'll be inundated with pictures as soon as I can edit them.
For now, sit back, relax, and take a glimpse of Pisa and the start of our Eurotour.