For those following the scandal. Vicolo Cellini, Rome
I have been to Rome several times, and each time, a new experience surfaces. Depending on the time of the year and the season, Rome either attracts or repel me. In the height of summer, you can literally be smothered with dust and the heavy air with the stifling heat, but in the winter months, the city can be serene and grand. Actually it is always grand. Like a living museum, the city and the Romans who live here provides a visual entertainment, full of historicities, stylish fashion and the typical reserved warmth of Italians. Rome of course is a city steeped in history, and a crossroads of peoples from all over, a meeting point and a cultural mishmash. Not least, due to the fact that Vatican City, the seat of the Catholic Church welcomes millions of pilgrims from all over the globe throughout year, especially in the warmer months.
The saying “See Rome and die” may have actually been a misquote from Goethe’s reference to Naples, but the Roman streets aren’t quite the same. I traveled to the Eternal City and stayed for 3 nights in the Trastevere district, on the west bank. Slightly rough around the edges, Rome is like no other city I have been before, simply because its history, it’s grandeur, and the Roman people help make it a ‘living museum’ of a place. The entire city centre is an ancient monument of historic artifacts, and it is a wonder how the Italians just go about their daily routines without being awe-inspired. Rome also has a serious problem with graffiti. Every wall, street corner, fountain and church door is splattered with skewed writing, and daubs of paint. But perhaps, the charm of this city lies with the chaotic traffic, the little cars and buzzing scooters, its street pedlars, and wandering tourists.
I only made a few images, as the weather had been rather wet on 2 days, but I’m pleased.