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Memories of Rome

Notes from Sketchbook #36 2011

Memories of ROME (from the 2010 trip)
Cool night air

We traveled in October. The fall air was amazing in Rome. Dry and never cold. Light jacket weather. We did have one day of rain, but the next morning the air was STILL dry and cool.

Taxi naps from Airport to hotel (Santa Chiara)

Ang was so jet lagged, she slept solid, I was micro napping, but taking in the countryside and city a best I cold. We had rented a Towncar to transfer us from airport to hotel.

Cobblestones

There was no telling how old these streets were. They were still uneven, but mostly worn town until it was almost a continuous surface.

Ancient, painted wooden doors

In the city, there were fascinating collections of door colors. They were ancient and clearly all hand-made (strange sizes) and colors from yellow, blue, red, green and all variety of inbetweens.

Strange door knockers
Cats in ruins
Strong sounds in the dark
Passionate lovers in the street
Wine
Noisy Fountains
Fall evening in the park
Electric buses
Audry Hepburn graffiti
Gellatto
The watch-makers shop
The smell of moss

Rose-sellers at the Spanish steps

A seller tried to get us to buy a rose, but Angie got sucked in to 'you buy the whole bushel scam' and I got angry and said no to it all.

Musicians

Football match @ Miscellanea

The handsome waiter angie couldn’t taker her eyes off of

Dotti Di pogi the art store

Tie Seller @ Trevi fountain

Having too much wine (oxymoron)

Making love on the balcony

Church bells in the morning

Breakfast @ hotel Santa Chiara

Morning Strolls on empty streets

Hotel room at Santa Chiara

Buying the Pantheon Square Print (hanging in the BR)

Being called Harry Potter

Learning what multi-course meals were about

Learning that Italian food is amazing and simple


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