Turned on my magic tummy searchlight to take a look at this Sunday’s happenings…and
…oops, we’re getting a bit damp right here, however not a lot. Simply sufficient to wash off the streets a bit, which, I see from my vantage level, want it, particularly now after Saturday evening’s rowdyness.
A candy factor, nevertheless, that occurs typically underneath our home windows on weekends is a band of younger anthro college students who out of the blue burst into music collectively, and final evening’s group truly harmonized fantastically as they walked via the streets.
Simply one other little perk for mama and papa. We keep close to a college from which the scholars emerge at lunch time and afternoon, and their interactions are nice enjoyable to observe. Good vitality.
When June commencement begins, they may spray each other with white washable paint and so they all run round within the piazza trying like statues which have come alive. They virtually sprayed mama as soon as however didn’t press the button on the can when she yelled, “NO NO GRAZIE, I’m too outdated!”
A candy metropolis the place I may also brush up on my historical past… and discover out why the Colosseum has no roof, haha.
A couple of completely happy scenes on a Sunday:
A store devoted to Pinocchio (whoever that’s…).
The stunning turtle fountain in what is known as the Ghetto.
And mama, a couple of years in the past, throwing her coin into the Trevi fountain to ensure she returned to her beloved Roma. Mama says that now you possibly can’t even get to the fountain to throw a coin–too crowded.
