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Friday, October 14
Confirming
last evening's raucous scene had been a strike, indeed a national
strike that closed bus and train service for hours, we were left to
our own transportation for the day. We were still frazzled from the
previous evening. As we learned, bicycles can complicate navigation:
looking for signs, one way streets, frequently stopping to consult
maps. To complicate matters, we'd discovered someone had rifled
through our panniers (brief check assured nothing critical was
missing). The hostel staff stored our bikes in a locked room – for
a price.
First
stop, Vatican City. We were surprised to be turned away at the door.
Shorts are not allowed. After visiting many churches across Europe,
this rule rankles us. We mutter about “conditional religion” then
get over it. We decide to return tomorrow and abide by the dress
code.
We
head towards the Tiber River, pleased that the same avenue, negotiated in a
darkened hustle, is a delight in daylight. Two bridges lined with
elaborate statues glow in sunshine. We cross one to Castle
Saint'Angelo, its round structure appealing, like a coliseum,
overlooking shallow waters. It was built to entomb Emperor Hadrian
(of Hadrian's Wall fame in England) except Emperor Aurelian had it
converted into a fortress and connected to walls for defense of the
city. It also imprisoned important personalities and because it's in
a direct line with St. Peter's Square, it once served as papal
refuge, accessed by underground tunnel.
Mingling
with tourists in shorts, and the suits of Rome's business people, the
long woolen robes of the celibate swing as they walk. Nuns clothed in
white, grey, and black flutter around Vatican City and spill onto
Rome's streets as we head down Corso Vittoria Emanuele. We sample the
wonderful and inexpensive square pizza slices, choosing one of each:
spinach, olive, potato and rosemary, and onion and cheese. As we lick
fingers and stroll, we find we are following a priest who's munching
on a slice of his own.
At
Victor Emanuel Monument, it's deja vu. This is home to last night's
flag waving, yelling, and police barricades. The massive monument is
striking for it's horse statues, steps and Romanesque columns
towering above all. In the scheme of Rome's antiquities, it's new,
constructed in the 1800s to honor Italy's first King, yet it seems to
be the heart of Rome as it stands at the confluence of three wide
avenues.
Heading
towards the Colosseum we linger at what's left of the Forum, the old
Roman center, and stroll the grassy columns, arches, and step on
large paving stones. With Rome a busting capital, outside these calm
antiquities it's a cacophony of Vespa scooters, cars, motorcycles,
many walkers going on with daily life. I'm impressed with the
marriage of old and new, while preserving and showcasing Rome's
incredible past.
The Colosseum is huge, repaired with stone, brick, a mismatch covering it's three stories of arches. It's oval stadium housed 50,000 spectators, most famous for its gladiator events. Animals were kept in catacombs below the floor and released upward to the crowd's amazement. Lesser known is the colossal space was once flooded and used for mock naval battles. What astounds us as we circle the structure, peeking into each archway - more so than it's voluminous presence - are the stray cats, even here.
The Colosseum |
Peering into an archway of the Colosseum. |
The Colosseum is huge, repaired with stone, brick, a mismatch covering it's three stories of arches. It's oval stadium housed 50,000 spectators, most famous for its gladiator events. Animals were kept in catacombs below the floor and released upward to the crowd's amazement. Lesser known is the colossal space was once flooded and used for mock naval battles. What astounds us as we circle the structure, peeking into each archway - more so than it's voluminous presence - are the stray cats, even here.
Rome
is full of cats. Cats sun in alleys, groom themselves near garbage
bins, even accompany us while we cook outside the hostel or in
campgrounds. Hundreds. In spite of feedings at communal curbside
bins, it makes me wonder how they all survive.
Miles
away from the hostel by now, we head back via different streets and
stumble onto more fountains, old churches, domes with spires,
beautiful statues. Travel down narrow streets, squeeze past cafes,
rows of parked scooters. Windows open overhead. People call to
friends below. And we discover the lovely Trevi Fountain. Full of
naked and robed statues, and horses, spouts of water spilling,
cascading into a large basin. I am undone. It's a lover's paradise. I
take Andy's hand. Knots of other folks are clustered around the pool.
Thousands of coins fill the basin. We toss our own coins over our
shoulder, insuring that one day, we too will return to Rome.
A street scene in Rome |
Thanks for the tour of Rome, it is a beautiful place and you have captured it wonderfully. Vicki
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