Florence is a city of the masters. Michelangelo, da Vinci, Dante, Vasari: the evidence of their capolavori is apparent in the buildings, the lines of tourists. Even the street names echo with the memories of great artists. Every street-corner display says Armani, Ferragamo, Versace, and Prada, and every other pedestrian, it seems, carries tote bags bearing such names. While the finest craftsmanship is beautiful to behold, it is not always a practical choice for our lives. The same way the David is not meant for my living room, a Gautier gown is not meant to be worn running down via Nazionale to catch the bus.