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- День 4–7
- 28 июля 2025 г., 21:22 - 31 июля 2025 г.
- 3 ночи
- 🌙 22 °C
- Высота: 26 м
ИталияRome41°53’27” N 12°28’12” E
A Rainstorm Cools Rome

Last night, we ate out in Trastevere. La Canonica is just around a few corners in a different vicolo or alley. I was quite determined to do all the greetings and ordering in Italian. Thank goodness for Manolo. Other establishments seem to quickly switch to English once they’ve pegged you as a non-Italian, a process called being ‘Englished’, but not Manolo. Manolo was a young friendly man who showed grace and patience with my Italian. He answered me In Italian each time and he asked me for further clarifications in Italian. I was just thrilled at this as it was the first time someone in the hospitality industry has been patient with me. It’s not that I was getting things wrong, I’m just not as fast as a native speaker. Dinner was wonderful. I enjoyed a beautiful pasta and had a limoncello, a drink I had not had before. It was delightful. Refreshing but tart.
Today was day of doing a few quite famous touristy things. We saw the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps, as well as the Keats Shelley Museum beside the steps. The Fountain really is spectacular. I have so so many pictures and vids and reels of Trevi that I anticipated not being particularly thrilled when I saw it. But good reader, I was wrong. I was not expecting the colour palette of the fountain, its creams and its minty green water were stunningly beautiful. The augustness of the thing took my breath, its size, the statuary, the winged horses, the pontifical triple crown atop, and the feel of it was an enjoyable surprise. While we were there, they had turned the water off in order to do a bit of cleaning, but it was nonetheless well worth the visit. When returning later from the Spanish Steps, the water was flowing, but the crowds had increased by then, so only one or two pics of that time.
What can I say about the Spanish Steps. They are amazing. They climb a long and steep slope up to the Trinità dei Monti church at the summit. The steps are symmetrical and are surprisingly beautiful to look at. I understand that the land back in Newcastle NSW under Christchurch Cathedral was said to be earmarked for a long grand piazza down through Cathedral Park across King Street and down into Hunter Street, along the lines of Rome’s Spanish Steps. I would love it if they followed through on it. At the top, a grifter tried to get something out of me, but I left him behind, then he tried Chris who was being polite. I strode over and just told him to stop, resurrecting my erstwhile teacher’s voice. He buggered off and didn’t bother us again.
As you look up the steps from the bottom, the house directly next to them on the right was the house of English Romantic poets John Keats and Percy Bysshe Shelley. We paid our money and took a look through the museum and I had a good chat with one of the women who worked there. She was English but spoke fluent Italian. Having an Italian husband and having spent three years at university living with three Italian girls in her twenties clearly went to facilitating her prowess at the language. Keats died in the bedroom in this house at the appalling age of 23 from tuberculosis. The bedroom has been kept as he had it.
A shared pizza for lunch at a local restaurant saw us satisfied for main meals for the day. We rested this afternoon, tried to have a nap, but after a rain storm this morning, the humidity climbed very high, so napping was a bit difficult. Later this evening, we strolled down to a local bar in our vicolo and had two beers each and a bruschetta. It really was lovely to just sit there and drink cold beer, eat small bowl of crisps, which comes with the beer (I love that) and watch the passing parade of locals and tourists. We felt very relaxed and noted that this kind small snack with a drink in the afternoon, they call it Aperitivo, is not something we enjoy in Australia.
Then followed a gentle passiaggiata (a stroll) through the various vias and vicolos of our neighbourhood. We ended back at the Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere where the basilica of the same name sits open to the crowds of people lolling about in the piazza and around the central fountain. Gelato followed and the guy remembered us and greeted us warmly. How lovely.
Then a few odds n ends in a souvenir shop where we purchased some bits n bobs. A relaxing evening at home tonight and readying ourselves for our first official tour tomorrow at 8.30am consisting of the Vatican Museums, the Sistine Chapel and Saint Peters Basilica.Читать далее
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Great shot! We could barely get near it for the crowds when we were there.
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Great shot!
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Stunning