September 11 already. Where has the time gone? This time last year I was in Florence, alone, relaxed. The first news of the WTC attack reached me four or five hours after it happened, garbled by the man in the B&B who had few words of English and minimal capability to string them into sentences. A bomb in New York? No..A plane crash? Not quite. What then? Later, out in the nightime streets, I noticed the concerned voices of American tourists, a group of people gathered around a TV moved into position outside a restaurant, and later still, in a busy internet cafe occupied by young travellers, I finally read the full horrific details of what had happened. An inflexion point in history? Indeed.