Last weekend was the Rome Marathon, and as I watched the runners running around all the historic sites, I kicked myself for not signing up to join in.
Then I thought of the training that goes into marathon running and how much vino and tiramisu goes into my mouth, and thought it best I didn’t enter!
The next day as I took my little electronic bus to school, Piazza Venezia was completely blocked off again.
This time an official ceremony was taking place (though no one seemed to know what for), and we all had to get off the bus and walk. Not that I minded as it was another beautiful day.
But, in Rome, you are never warned about these sort of obstacles to your day and everyone seems to take them on the chin.
On our way to the market this week, we crossed Circo Massimo and once AGAIN found a posse of people and pooches.
It all looked a bit exciting- photos were being taken, owners were hugging and petting pets! As this was the third time we had seen this, we went over to inspect ‘the gathering’.
It seems we have encountered some sort of dog lovers club- with a prevalence to one type of pooch.
What type of dog is it? And, more importantly, if they all let their dogs go at the same time, how will they know who’s is who’s?
Speaking of strange things (in a good way)..I think this guy would fit right in in Shoreditch. I liked his art style…taking something classic and giving it his own touch.
He was more than happy to pose for me. Hold on…what’s John Galliano doing in Rome?
And finally, for everyone who says italian men are all the same….
Our local flower seller spends most of the afternoon chatting to the ladies in his little truck. (This is how you buy plants for your garden in Rome, from one of these guys.)
I think he fancies himself as a bit of a Jude Law lookalike. R pointed out how he’s posing for the photo..hahah