You know it is autumn when the Tuscans slip into their fur coats and the half-a-million-or-so Vespas don shiny windshields to protect their daredevil drivers from the chilling slipstreams..
But then again, you would have already known it was autumn if you had visited one of Florence’s food markets, for its colourful autumnal fare is hard to ignore.  Bunches of winter chards and bulging pumpkins are piled high beside the dark, textural winter cabbage cavalo nero.  New season dried beans fight for space with a stunning display of sugared fruit and mature goats cheeses.. That’s in case you haven’t noticed the wood mushrooms, wild boar sausages and trussed game birds…