(A preamble/disclosure: I have saved this post several times and tried to unstick some of the words and photos which run together at the beginning. Maybe it will work this time, but my apologies for the lack of cohesive editing in this one.)
Nancy suggested that I figure out how we could put in the sound of car horns and motorcycle exhaust as we heard last night through our slightly open window. It’s sure different here in the city.
This morning we met Manuela (another guide arranged by Pam Long) at our Hotel Barocco after a leisurely hotel breakfast in their cozy dining room…only open for breakfast. There’s a bar later that we used to warm up after our rain exposure.
Nancy has misplaced her very expensive sun glasses, so we need to start by finding a very fancy store to replace these gems.
The Spanish Steps are open and crowded in the morning. The church at the top is being renovated and hides behind scaffolding and an ad-draped covering.
Looking up the steps, you can see that humanity is drawn here…to sit, to pose and to meet up.
We stopped and saw some other columns and monuments and buildings, too. But the next highlight is the Pantheon…the oldest building still in use in Rome. It has been a Roman Catholic church most of its life…it’s architecture and construction are amazing.
Our after-lunch-at-the-cafe approach was across the Tiber River to this fortress that was originally Emperor Hadrian’s tomb.
We joined the band of umbrella-open tourists fleeing the rain.
We drifted back across the bridge to one cab stand, tried to find another by the last big square we had visited (Piazza Novona), then tried another. Then, as our map was getting a bit shredded, we decided that we should try to walk back to the hotel (we weren’t sure exactly where it was and Butch had to purchase his own umbrella from one of the middle eastern guys).
All of a sudden, a bunch of cabs started arriving, we jumped back in line and in a jumble of Italians and other tourists, who aren’t adept at queueing, we got our own cab. Bless you crazy-driving cabbie. We made it to the hotel soaked but happy. We decided to go change and meet in the bar downstairs to see if we could find a mid-afternoon bartender. Tea, Prosecco and Montepulciano are elixirs…plus the man brought some munchies, too.