When I think of Florence, images of beautiful, curvy women rush in: Venus rising from the sea in Botticelli’s painting. Infinite Madonnas. The giant breast-shaped Duomo. With all that female adoration as an inspiring base, I feel buoyed in Florence as I indulge in her pleasures: admiring the handsome men (including Michelangelo’s David), tasting wine, gelato, and bisteca.