It was said that a week is a long time in politics. I can tell you from experience that two nights in Rome seems like a fortnight at least. For a start, our stay included such vagaries of the weather as torrents running down the Roman streets and torrents running from our foreheads in thirty degrees but a few hours later. Rome is a very special city. History is everywhere, literally.
Friday evening saw us take a stroll to the Trevi Fountain which was crawling with tourists. You only have to see it to understand why. After almost certainly the worst Chinese ever, we retired to Harry's Bar on the Via Veneto, former patrons of which include Sophia Loren, Matt Damon, Kate Winslet, Jack Nicholson and now one Shaun 'Digger' Halliwell. Posh place but only just up from the hotel and they actually let us in.
Many of you will be surprised to hear that we are quite a cultured group and with that in mind on Saturday
afternoon we went en mass to the Coliseum which is one of those sights few words will describe. Whilst there, a chap selling 1 euro Coliseum souvenirs, a Mr L Looky, told us that if we gave him some money he could arrange for us to have tea with the Pope. Oddly, when we got to the Vatican the man on the gate said he'd never heard of Mr Looky and that anyway the Pope always pops down to the launderette on a Saturday afternoon, Sundays being somewhat busy. Not downhearted at this news, we looked in awe around St Peter's Square which was our second wordly wonder in three hours.
Saturday evening was a quiet one and any suggestion you may have heard to the contrary is mostly false.
Somewhat fatigued after all that culture the previous day, Sunday morning found us in a reflective mood whilst looking forward to the ride north to Florence. Heading out of the city we rode right through the middle of a military parade which, fortunately for us, had just finished. Personally, I found Rome to be absolutely stunning and would recommend anyone to come here.
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