On foot in The Eternal City
Rome
June 6, 2008
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Then in the morning, we are out the door and
racing -- two in the ancient tiny elevator and
two down the ridiculously wide marble steps, four
flights down from the second floor. And out onto
the cobblestone streets, dodging motorcycles and
little cars, to the Campo dei Fiori. The guide book
says it was once a field of flowers, but has
been a marketplace fairly consistently for the
past couple millenia or so. There, we buy some
strawberries, a crepe, some candies that look like
sunnyside-up eggs (why are we not surprised when
they taste awful?). And we meet Pupa, the dachsund
who works at one of the flower stalls. He will
become something of a touchstone for us over the
next few days, a wiry wriggly back for the girls
to pet while Tommy is 6,000 miles away.
Down another alley to a big boulevard lined by
by brick buildings that bounce
the roars of Ducatis and passenger busses back
and forth down the canyon. To the west, we spot
the enormous dome of St. Peter's Basilica and
make our way towards it, stopping at the Tiber
to admire the Castel Sant'Angelo (where the Pope
and some followers, including the famous
goldsmith and artillary master, Benvenuto Cellini,
held out during the 1526 sacking of Rome) before
heading into the very tiny country next door.
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