July 1st, 2016

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Rome, Monday

(That would be Monday, June 20.)

These posts were all written and waiting for me to annotate the image galleries that went with them before posting, and that was good sick-day activity, so I can put up a couple posts now, finally.

Monday was a day of heavy tourism: various sights on a walking tour in the morning, then the Vatican museums in the afternoon. One of Chad's pals had previously engaged a tour guide for us, who met us by the Colosseum and gave little potted histories of that and the Forum--not inside, that was for later in the week.

We walked past the first commercial indoor mall (which has a bunch of White Trees of Gondor in front of it, for some reason), and the giant wedding cake monument built to the first king of a unified Italy (our guide said that 19 people ate dinner in the belly of the horse in the center when it was dedicated, to give a sense of the scale), and the Trevi fountain (I liked hearing about how the sculptor left imperfections and rough stone in much of his work to remind the viewer about the superiority of nature--though I guess this may rather be an idea left over from Bernini's sketches, since he didn't actually design the final version the way he did the facade of the Palazzo Montecitorio, which has a similar thing), and the being-cleaned Spanish Steps, and a whole bunch of obelisks that were looted from Egypt, and the fountains in the Piazza Navona. It was a lot.

My favorite was the Pantheon, which I keep wanting to call Parthenon which is something different, because it's just beautifully intricate inside; I could've stayed there for hours. (It rained a little later so we missed the chance to see the rain coming through the hole in the dome and how the drains work.)

Then lunch, which took a little longer than optimal so we were late for our reserved tour of the Vatican museums, but it worked out okay. (I had gnocchi with gorgonzola and pear; the night before I had fettuccine with ricotta and bacon, which just leaped out of the menu at me for some reason, and grouper in tomato sauce, at a tiny place called Le Mani in Pasta that was very good but slow by even Italian standards, it developed over the course of the week.)

The Vatican Museums were kind of . . . stressful. It's so amazingly crowded that you can't hang out and look at anything, everyone's just pushing and crowding and hurrying all around you. Impressive, of course, and I'm definitely glad I saw the Sistine Chapel after the restoration (they left a little bit unrestored so you can tell how amazingly dark it had gotten). But I saw a bunch of cool things just in passing and I'm sure if we'd come on the least busy day of the year (if such a thing even exists) I could've found more.

St. Peter's Basilica was very impressive for being decorated solely with mosaic on the inside, Michelangelo's Pieta (now behind bulletproof glass after being attacked by someone with a hammer in 1972), and this beautiful golden sunburst window with a dove in the center. Again, though, almost all of the mosaic was way up high, so lots of neck-cricks and overwhelmedness and not enough detail.

By the way: it was a little before 4:30 p.m. when we came outside and there were these very ominous bells tolling for at least fifteen minutes. Any idea what that was?

Then by accident we got separated from our group, had consolatory gelato in a cafe (mediocre; mine had ice crystals in it), and took a taxi back to the hotel. (Every car ride in Rome had me think, on a running loop, "We are going to die or kill someone." Taxis do things like never use turn signals, treat lane boundaries as mere suggestions, and go the wrong way down one-way traffic lanes just because no-one's in them at the moment.)

We had drinks at a very fancy hotel with a nice garden, Hotel de Russie, and then dinner nearby at Dal Bolognese, which was both delicious and much quicker than the night before, bringing out dishes with a speed I expect at an American restaurant. I had pasta with bolognese sauce, because I figure you can't go wrong having something that's in the name of the restaurant. And I was right.

Before the walking portion of the morning got particularly long, I was really loving Rome visually: the colors of the buildings, and the way that time periods are sliced up next to each other and layered one atop another, I just found it very aesthetically pleasing and charming. So it was a really long day but on the whole good.

Here are the photo albums. There is stuff in the captions, so click on the first photo at the top level, then click the little "i" in a circle at the top right, then hover over the right side of the photo to show the arrow that lets you move through the gallery in order.


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Rome, Tuesday

On Tuesday we took the subway out to the Parco degli Acquedotti. (Many subway stations seemed to have exteriors that are not very well-maintained, and there was a lot of graffiti on the outside of the subway cars, but the interior of the cars were clean and the system overall seemed to work fine.)

Out at the park, it was pretty impressive how much less elegant the 16th c. aqueduct is than the 1st c. one. There was also a very short portion of one of the famous Roman roads, which was awesome--I'd never had a visual of those before. And generally it was nice to see the park being used in very everyday ways (excited dogs running around--sadly off-leash and often not picked up after; people exercising; people enjoying the weather), right next to the aqueducts. There was something about the light that made the older aqueduct seem like a painting, or looking back in time, even after I'd been there and literally touched it and knew it was really there. I greatly enjoyed it.

The family of one of the couple getting married lives in that neighborhood and arranged for a "light" lunch at one of their favorite local restaurants, Meo Pinelli. I use scare quotes because the servers just kept bringing out stuff, meaning that it was really easy to lose track of how much I'd eaten, especially since I didn't know what else was coming: several different kinds of little sandwiches, fish eggs spread on bread (turns out I don't like that), bite-sized pastry-ish things with tomato or cheese or veggies, and absolutely delicious suppli (balls of deep-fried risotto). I almost fell asleep about four times on the subway back to the hotel.

So we rested and then went to the wedding rehearsal dinner (apparently not a thing that is usually done in Italy) on the roof of the Hotel Forum, which was delicious and fancy and also seven freaking courses long; fortunately it turns out that I don't like beef Wellington because I really had not paced myself properly. (I know, problems, right?)

Here's the photo album; as before, click on the first photo at the top level, then click the little "i" in a circle at the top right, then hover over the right side of the photo to show the arrow that lets you move through the gallery in order.

(I was going to do Tuesday and Wednesday together, because they were short days, but Wednesday we visited the Galleria Borghese so I have a million pictures and even after napping for two and a half hours this afternoon I still need more rest.)

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