Yesterday, at the suggestion of the fellow who writes Roman Despatches, I undertook a walk with a purpose.
It began when I got off tram 8 in Piazza Venezia, and made my way to the Via del Corso.
This statue stands near the entry to the Palazzo Venezia.
These blokes were at the door of San Marco Evangelista al Campidoglio. Doesn’t the man facing us have a pleasant visage?
You know exactly what time I was stopped by a red light, which gave me the opportunity to take this photo.
Hmm. I wonder how this would look as a light at the entrance to the Palatial Granny Flat?
Fashion alert! It seems that pant suits will feature in Northern Hemisphere spring wardrobes.
Just before I arrived at the eagerly awaited destination, the aroma of roasting chestnuts tickled my nose. I love the smell, but don’t like the taste of these nuts.
Oh, boy! I’m here! Now I’ll see the ocean of azaleas covering the Spanish Steps. But, wait, it looks like there’s an ocean of people, instead, and very few blooms in evidence. Never mind, I’ll drag the always enthusiastic Dear Barb down here one evening. She’ll love it.
Homeward bound, choosing the wrong turns as I am wont to do, the return trip was somewhat longer than the arrival. Why can’t I have the instincts of a homing pigeon?
Well, I saw this fellow, anyhow, and I think it says something like “With wild animals”. That doesn’t make a heck of a lot of sense. I guess you need to know the back story.
Many of you will recognise the Barberini bee, and so you’ll also know I was near the fountain that bears the family name.
We buy a few chestnuts in season and have tried to cook them in the oven and offer them around to people here. Usually a new taste for most of them. We’re still experimenting to get them to burst open with the right cooking time. It’s hard to match what happens on a brazier. I know the taste is a bit too floury for some, but it does vary from one chestnut to the next, so always worth giving it another try. Or you can grind them and make a nice paste dressing.
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I’ll take your word for it, Gabby One.
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Yvonne, thanks for this lovely tour!
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Jude, you are very welcome. As I said to Derrick, I am feeling listless, maybe it’s the dreaded pollen in the air??
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Old English schoolboy saying: Latin is a language as dead as dead can be; it killed the ancient Romans and now it’s killing me.
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I rather wish it had been taught when I went to school. But, we no doubt would not have liked it!
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A very entertaining ramble. A variety of pics and fun captions
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Thank you, Derrick. I must confess to a certain feeling of lassitude this week. Maybe Barb will put some pep back into my step!
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It happens
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Maybe I need some … liver!!!!!
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Good grief – you must be bad
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nnooooooo not liver! Offal is AWFUL!
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Oh, I fully agree! Derrick is supposed to warn me when his Head Chef serves up the dreaded “L” food. And, that includes lamb.
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Hallo Yvonne, greetings from the ever crowded lagoon. “Cum feris ferus” means “Fierce with whom is fierce”.
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Ciao, Winckelmann, e grazie! I have avoided the crowded lagoon this time.
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Couldn’t see any tram lines. i stuck
CUM FERIS FERUS
into google translate and came up with this:
During holidays WILD!
Doesn’t make much sense to me,
I’m going to stick to English; I have enough trouble as it is, with my native language, without trying to resurrect a dead ‘n
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I think I’ll get you to ghost write my blog, M’Lord! 🙂
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The way I’m going I might be in the perfect position to help you out there Yvonne
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Uh-oh, don’t tell us that. Who would I pick on?
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Pope John Poal 👿 ?
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If I have to, I will. And, it’s Pope Giovanni-Paolo.
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Well there you go
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I thought it was the Barberini of Seville 😉 (To complement the Spanish Steps). Olé.
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Very cute, Andrew. You and M’Lord are like a comedy duo.
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I think that quote is something like every man an emperor. I could be wrong. Not wild animals. Kind of like Huey Long saying Every man a king! I love your photos and wanderings. Don’t kiss any strangers.
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Is it okay if I get a Free Hug??
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Sure. 😉
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Nice photos, and not a Big Mac sign anywhere. A real treat, Yvonne.
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I hate to tell you, but there are a few around the place. 😦
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Oh no! Years ago German sausages used to get sold but now Big Macs?
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😦
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I remember the Spanish steps. I was only in Rome for one day but they stay in my mind.
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They probably weren’t so crowded back in the good old days.
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Why stop at one of those elaborate light fittings. I think you go for at least two, for maximum impact.
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Okay, along with stained glass windows, it’s going to be the talk of the town.
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Best granny flat ever!
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I vaguely recall the day I ran up and down those steps…….. there weren’t so many people around back then 🙂
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I also recall running up and down stairs, seems like a little while past. Sigh.
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I have the same problem with roasted chestnuts….but I’m probably the only person you know….who loves the smell of coffee, but can’t touch the stuff!
I love those Barberini bees….
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Are you a tea drinker, Jane?
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I’m a sparkling water drinker….and an occasional caffeine free tea. Rather dull I’m afraid! Oh, and as a treat…warm milk in the morning in Italy.( You may not want to associate with me any more!)
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Erk, as long as you don’t expect me to drink warm milk.
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Jane, I felt the same way about coffee until I tasted Bella Rosa coffee, from Santa Rosa, California. It tastes just like it smells. Now, I can’t get enough of it!
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You were lucky to find that coffee, Jude. Say hi to your 2 girls. ❤
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Just to have that stuff at your fingertips I can’t say getting lost
Would be a problem
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It all depends on how desparate you are to get somewhere, Sheldon.
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I thank you for a tour that I’ll never be able to take personally. There are so many sights worth a look!
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This world is full of wonders, eh?
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When in Rome, you’re not meant to take a photograph when stopped by a red light; you’re meant to kiss.
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Well, there goes another lost opportunity!
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I love the clock and you definitely need that lamp! I remember Dad buying some chestnuts when we were with you in Winnipeg and he tried roasting them, but I seem to remember they all sort of exploded.
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It probably wouldn’t be a trip to Rome without a visit to the Spanish Steps. Are we too early for the azaleas or too late? We should probably toss a couple of coins across our shoulders at Trevi Fountain to insure that we will return to Roma one more time.
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Okay, you’re on, and you are also the designated navigator!
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Thank you for walking and strolling for me ☺️
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And trudging and taking wrong turns …
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just follow your nose in Rome and it will lead you in the right direction and away from those wrong turns 😉
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