Today we walked a bit, and also hopped on the red bus for some more touring around. This is the only decent picture I took on the bus. It's of a portion of the Forum.
We ate lunch up near the train station in an area filled with Ethiopian restaurants, though this particular place made pizza.
That's pizza dough in his hands and a marvelous wood-burning cavern behind him. He'd shove limp pieces of dough into it and in just a few seconds it seemed, the pieces would be transformed into puffed bread marvels.
We grabbed dinner at an Argentinian restaurant before heading over to the Colosseum for the night tour. The food was good, but what mainly impressed me was the young woman who carried the food to our table. She was tall, had dark hair and the super-erect carriage of a dancer, plus that haughty sort of remote expression that you see sometimes on the faces of Tango dancers (for me, only in pictures up to this point). I'm sure that she was a wonderful Tangoer, or Tangress. I would love to have seen them dance.
At any rate, we needed to streak off to the Colosseum. And the almost-full moon was coming up.
This looks a bit like Times Square on New Year's Eve (minus the overcoats), but these are the thousand or so lemoncello-swilling revellers parked for the evening in front of the Trevi Fountain
Good night from Rome
We ate lunch up near the train station in an area filled with Ethiopian restaurants, though this particular place made pizza.
That's pizza dough in his hands and a marvelous wood-burning cavern behind him. He'd shove limp pieces of dough into it and in just a few seconds it seemed, the pieces would be transformed into puffed bread marvels.
We grabbed dinner at an Argentinian restaurant before heading over to the Colosseum for the night tour. The food was good, but what mainly impressed me was the young woman who carried the food to our table. She was tall, had dark hair and the super-erect carriage of a dancer, plus that haughty sort of remote expression that you see sometimes on the faces of Tango dancers (for me, only in pictures up to this point). I'm sure that she was a wonderful Tangoer, or Tangress. I would love to have seen them dance.
At any rate, we needed to streak off to the Colosseum. And the almost-full moon was coming up.
NOW the moon decides to show up....you can barely see it
This is not the glamorous poster shot I'd been hoping to capture:
We walked to the Trevi Fountain, still packed with people at 11:30 PM
This looks a bit like Times Square on New Year's Eve (minus the overcoats), but these are the thousand or so lemoncello-swilling revellers parked for the evening in front of the Trevi Fountain
Good night from Rome
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