It was always bound to end like this, but it is still sad to have to say goodbye. I can't even remember how long it lasted - but longer than I could reasonably have expected. Today I left my hotel in Florence, packing my suitcase in the bedroom but forgetting about the stuff in the bathroom. So - goodbye to my faithful wash bag, and all its contents. Without fail you have helped me to wash, shave, and smell nice. I'm sorry that I left you in Florence.