If any city is built for strolling hand in hand with the one you love the most, it's Rome! Rome has a vibe all its own... it's ancient, historically fascinating, overflowing with art, bathed in amazing colors, full of delicious food and wine, and ridiculously stylish!
We started one morning past the back of the Colosseum, to Palatine Hill, then onto the monstrosity they call, Monumento Nazionale a Vittorio Emanuele II, or mockingly, "The Wedding Cake."
The Palatine Arch
there, we strolled toward the Vatican and St. Peter's Basillica. Along the way, I found a delightful little boutique, staffed by two sweet ladies who could tell my size on sight! It was late in the season, so things were pretty picked over, but I managed to score a dress and a skirt at 30% off :)
St. Peter's Basillica
Walking through the Vatican soon becomes tiring because
of the aggressive gauntlet of people trying to sell "jump the line"
tours, cheap scarves, and other touristy crap. At first, we'd politely
say "no, thank you," but it was obvious they weren't listening, so
Robert decided to have some fun, and all of a sudden, "no, thank you"
became "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall..."
From then on, we responded to all inquiries with either a line from a
nursery rhyme, or with some other random statement, like, "oh, I don't
smoke" or "I'd rather boil my head, thank you." Not a single one of the
hawkers even blinked, and we had a lot of good laughs ;-)
considered going to the Vatican Museums, but the line was 2 km
long, and we weren't sure they'd let me in due to the length of my
skirt, so we decided not to risk offending God with the sight of my
knees in black tights.
We did however run into a priest on our way out
of the Vatican who seemed to appreciate my fashion sense. I hope he went to confession ;-)
We crossed back over the Tiber via Ponte St. Angelo, a
pedestrian bridge from 134 AD that's lined with ten angel statues. The
statues are beautiful, and a bit haunting against the stormy sky.
Ponte St. Angelo
Bonus Trivia: I was photographing one of these statues when Robert took the photo of me that's become my new blog header... lucky shot!
The Wedding Cake, on the return
More to come on shopping, getting lost, and sticking it to RyanAir...
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