It was pouring. My pants were
forever stuck to my legs, it didn't feel like I had shoes on anymore, and my
entire face was freckled with rain drops. The paper map I had of Rome only
lasted a few minutes until it was breaking apart in my hands, and the images
turned into tie-dye. I was the only one on the street without an umbrella
moving at a confused and slow pace laughing by myself.
I couldn't tell you how
many people I asked for directions for the Pantheon that evening. I was pointed
towards many different streets, and after many puddles and many sweet little
cobblestones, I found it. Shortly after that, I ate the best lasagna of my
life, scusate Nonna.
I reunited with my dear friend
Beth, and while she drank her mandatory cappuccinos, I ate lots of pizza. We
wandered and we danced, and we looked all around. A change from Paris's
architecture, I found Rome's more simplistic and more colorful. Apart from it's
Baroque churches, which are heavily adorned and gilded, apartment buildings are
less decorated but just as charming.
We walked to the very top of the
cupola, and after an endless, rotating 500 steps at a slight angle up the dome,
the view was stunning. I am continually in admiration for the Roman's ability
to create symmetrical roads with arched cobblestones that go on for forever- in
both Rome and Paris.
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| First this... |
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| Then this, Città del Vaticano. |
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| Again, twilight, my favorite time. |
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| Fontana di Trevi with Giuliano, a new friend from Argentina. |
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| Colosseo, its shadows, its arches, its medieval dwellers. |
Who were the men that built these massive
monuments and fountains? They were the most skilled, I think. I linger around
them and I try to find each detail because I don't want to miss any work these
men did.
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| Nous reverrons bientôt, je te promets! xx |
