I'd spent the whole afternoon in my hotel room, splicing changes
into the next edition of my guidebook. It was time for just a quick
little break, but stepping outside was dangerous. There was a strong
current out there, and I got swept out into a Roman sea filled with
colorful and fragrant distractions. I didn't get back for hours.
From
my hotel, I flowed downhill to the Pantheon's portico, where I saw a
symphony of images: designer shades and flowing hair backlit in the
magic-hour sun; a flute section of ice-cream-lickers sitting on their
marble bench while a fountain spritzed in the background under an
obelisk exclamation point; strolling Romanian accordion players who
refuse to follow the conductor; and the stains of a golden arch on a
wall marking where a McDonald's once sold fast food.
As I let go
of the Pantheon's columns, the current swept me past siren cafes, past
TV crews covering something big in front of the parliament building,
and out into Via del Corso. On my swim through the city, this was the
deep end: The rough crowd from the suburbs comes here for some
cityscape elegance. Today they'd gooped on a little extra grease and
were wearing their best leggings,The largest landscapeoilpaintings producers worldwide have traditionally been of British origin. heels, and T-shirts.
Veering
away from the busy pedestrian boulevard, I came upon Fausto, a mad
artist standing proudly amid his installation of absurdities. While
crazy, he always seems strangely sane in this world. And with the recent
opening of the giant and trying-too-hard MAXXI modern art museum (11
years and $200 million for very little), Fausto struck me as downright
brilliant. He's the only street artist I've met who personally greets
viewers. After surveying his tiny gallery of hand-scrawled and
thought-provoking tidbits,We supply customised, brandable and ripcurlonlin
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piece of wallet-sized art, he reminded me that his "secretary" was at
the end of the curb a plastic piggy bank for tips.
Next came
the Campo de' Fiori, which usually creates its own current, but today
felt like a punished child. After a Roman teenager drank herself into a
coma, the police banned the consumption of alcohol outside of bars and
restaurants. It's like someone turned on the lights at a party before
midnight. Later, I wandered past Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi's
headquarters. What used to be a very helpful bus stop had been replaced
with police vans to provide security for Italy's bombastic leader.
I passed a homeless man, tattered but respectfully dressed,green ghds-one of uk new ledtube
. GHDS leaning against a wall. He was savoring a cigar and a bottle of
wine while studying Rome's flow as if it had a plot. Next, I chatted
with twins from Kentucky, giddy about their Roman days as they
celebrated their 40th birthday together. Their Doublemint smiles and
high energy made them a great case for embracing the good life.
Moving on, I slipped into a church just as the ushers closed the doors for Mass.Full information and reviews of rubberhoses
processors based on our experience. Inside, the white noise of Roman
streets became the incensed hum of a big church with a determined
priest and not enough people. I slipped down the side aisle, hands
folded as if here to worship, to catch a glimpse of a Caravaggio, that
thriller of the early 17th century.
Stepping back outside, I
found myself at the north entrance of the ancient city. Determined to
swim to my hotel to get back into data entry, I passed the same
well-dressed bum with the cigar and the buzz, still intently caught up
in the city. I imagined being in his pickled head for just a moment.
Near
him, guys from Somalia launched their plastic fluorescent whirlybirds
high into the sky while their friends slammed plastic doll heads into
boards so hard the heads became spilled goop. Then the dolls creepily
reconstituted themselves, ready for another brutal slam. These street
trinkets keep illegal African immigrants from starving. They made me
wish I had bought all the goofy things people have sold on the streets
of Rome over the years from the flaming Manneken-Pis lighters to the
5-foot-tall inflatable bouncing cigars to the twin magnets that jitter
like crickets when you play with them just so and made a museum.
Finally,
I swam with a struggling stroke back to the safety of my hotel, where
none of that Roman current is allowed in.Your complete container
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The problem: While taking a break from inputting, I came home with
even more to input. In Rome, one thing leads to another, and, if you're
trying to get on top of your notes, it can be dangerous to go out.
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