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Directly luncheon was finished, John went out in the direction of Alinari, the celebrated photographic archive, on the other side of the river. As he made his way there, he did not fail to recall that most of Florence’s more expensive clothing shops were located in the same neighbourhood. Though he had already passed many an hour pressing his nose to the glass of these temples of luxury, fixating on cashmere sweaters, silk dressing gowns and sundry other items which he imagined it necessary to possess in order to be accepted by, or at least to pass amongst, the privileged few, he had never devoted much attention to that most basic staple, the suit.
Today, he looked at nothing else. But before entering any shop, he dutifully headed for the offices of Alinari, housed in Palazzo Rucellai
