Archive | November 6, 2019

Rome ♥️

How can there be so much to see??!!

There’s just so much, and all the ruins, buildings, artwork, eras are all mingled and mixed up. So that is how my posts will be. No themes. No straight narrative.

Crazy, shambolic, crowded. Like the streets.

I wanted to get up early and head to St Peter’s Basilica before the crowds, so we headed off before having any breakfast. Of course, we were not the only ones, but the queue was not long. It was November 1, All Saints Day, a public holiday for which the Basilica would be closed later.

We left the Basilica and found ourselves among a marathon, with many groups of runners having fun. We wandered, stumbled upon a French pastisserie with a French family enjoying breakfast, and had a delicious croissant and hot chocolate. Revived we walked further to the Piazza Navona, which had what we thought was quite a few people. Ah! We came back another day at a later time and we couldn’t move. The piazza was PACKED!

Walking around in the direction of the Parthenon, I found my favourite statue: the poor, labouring elephant, who carries a obelisk on his back.

And then the Parthenon! Mr S’s favourite building. A marvel of engineering.

Everywhere you look ancient is mixed with medieval with old and modern. Building grow up from and alongside and incorporate and recycle elements of the past. Who knows what is what!

We stopped at a few shops to have some fun. I could have blown much money on useless, fun stuff. But I didn’t.

Then we hit the Trevi Fountain. With careful positioning, I made it look like we were there alone.

But we weren’t. Look at the crowds.

No wonder we didn’t linger. No humming of “Three Coins in a Fountain”; we hightailed it out of there. The metro station we wanted was closed so we just walked “home” for a rest and a cup of tea.

That afternoon we ventured out again to the Campo Dei Fiori for a drink and people watching. As luck would have it, just before we found the Campo, I found a shoe shop just as the shop was closing. Sneaking in, I found a perfect pair of Italian shoes. Heavily reduced, of course. In the piazza, they were cleaning up after a market, with no worries about health and safety. People, tent scaffolding coming down, garbage trucks, street sweepers, hawkers – all mingling.

On our first full day in Rome we walked over 26,000 steps, or 17km.