Breakfast included a fried egg, that European butter for which bread is only a medium and ice coffee. The fans blew a cooling mist over us. People walked by in the street. Cars and motorbikes beeped and drove by. We rested our weary wheels.
By the time we finished eating, it was late enough to check into our room. While Trudy took a shower, I opened the windows and pushed back the shutters and let the heat and sounds of Rome drift into the room. And at that moment, I kid you not, a man walked up to the sidewalk cafe just below our window and began to play the accordion. (It was as if we were in Italy or something!)
For the rest of the day, we wandered amid ruins,
stood beneath the wave of Marcus Aurelius
and the gaze of Constantine
and eventually wandered back as the sun was setting on the Colosseum just down the street.
Just down the street!