|47 years later|
We went, we conquered and we came back.
On the plane home yesterday, I was composing fiery epistles about our travel: we got stuck behind the lines of the Rome Marathon, then dealt with late planes and iffy connections, but I have calmed down a bit.
Mainly I felt stupid for not realizing the whole old city was surrounded by yellow tape and runners. We should have ducked down out of the city via the Metro, or walked and even just ducked under the tape at the end of our street, from the outset, rather than not checking the map -- surely no-one would encircle a city in yellow tape? We also falsely assumed a cab driver would know what to do (though ultimately, the only thing for us to do was get out of the cab, run with our luggage across the stream of marathoners, and pick up another cab on the other side).
But as I say, I'm over it now. Really.
Give me a day or two to sort the millions of pictures. We saw ancient stuff, renaissance stuff, church stuff and city stuff, and oh, the floors! Tiny stone mosaics, big slabs of coloured marble, and everything in between. Stay tuned!