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beautiful downtown Rome

I don’t dare tell the folks back home, but it was hot today in Rome – felt like 25 degrees, at least; people were sweltering and keeping to the shady side of the street. It felt like every tourist, and every school group, were here today. What a city. Bruce and I started out together, but eventually he left me on my own with the map. And it was beautiful – awe-inspiring, until I tried to find my way home and got hopelessly lost. Took an hour and a half, stumbling about with the map. Luckily, when I got here, Bruce had bought a nice bottle of Chianti which cheered me up. And my aching feet too. 

Santa Prassede church – 9th century mosaics

Even the broccoli is exotic and beautiful

 Some fountain of semi-naked men in a courtyard somewhere

 Largo Argentina, where the stray cats live


 Pasta – at the Campo de’ Fiore

 Palazzo Spada

 A gaggle of nuns

 It’s too bad the Romans don’t decorate their churches a bit more

The Tiber

 Another sad, plain little church

 And this – I waited to see the Caravaggio but it remained closed – for lunch?

 The Spanish steps

 A nice house. (At this point, it’s all a blur.)

 A few folks at the Trevi fountain

The view from one of our windows



2 Responses to “beautiful downtown Rome”

  1. Anonymous says:

    No fair! You get 2 springs! By the time you get home all the dirty, crusty snow will have vanished. The birds are already out singing about it. Love to Bruce.

  2. beth says:

    Yes, I'm aware of having two springs – MORE! One cannot have too many springs! Bruce sends his love to you and Maurice, and so do I.

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