Things pick up a little for Marshal Salva Guarnaccia in this story about the murder of a Japanese apprentice to an old-time Florentine shoe maker. The crime and its solution is mainly centered around a small square that is peopled with artisans, restauranteurs and other close neighbors who live and work in the small, out of the way square.
While some tourists appear looking for leather goods, it is mercifully free of the rude hordes the flock to Florence. This is the Florence I came looking for when I sought out this author. You can almost see the small trattoria where all the working-class tradesmen come for lunch everyday and you get a sense of the rhythm of their lives.
Into the office about 9 am, work to about 1 pm, take a long leisurely 2 or 3-couse meal with friends or family (and wine!), and then at least an hour's nap. Back at work at 4 pm, then home for a smaller dinner about 9 pm. I think this is a much more civilized way to live. You still get in the 8 hours of work, but it's defined in a more personal way with a few leisurely hours to yourself in mid-day.
If you gave that schedule to an American, they'd either work through "lunch" or think about taking another part-time job to fill the middle part of the day. It's hard to really grasp the essence of another culture. Especially when it's one modeled not around work, but a highly social life in a web of friends. In truth it sounds a lot like college. No wonder we look back with such fondness!
And, oh yes, the Marshal gets his man.