Designer clothes are expensive. Like GDP of a small Romanian village expensive. Stumbling lost through the backstreets of Rome I found myself stuck in the same rut of brand name boutiques. By some I felt tempted. Others a little disturbed by faux fur placement. On a positive note, these mini-monacos had air con gushing out of them.
I’ve been in Rome about nine hours. Saw the coliseum. Bought a phone. Lost several things (still got my dignity). Ate gelato. Took a shower. Smoked socially with a middle aged couple in an alley. Got lost (x100). Saw a bunch of fountains and some churches. All of the sights are a bit boring. And crowded. Probably what I like best are the back alleys, and talking to people on the street.
some woman painting in her doorway on a backstreet
Drinking some wine. Going out to dinner with some new friendsies from my pensione tonight.
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Tomorrow I’m going to Vatican City. Most excited about the museums.
Missing my sneaky little snark travel partner LW. Sad to leave arethewilsontwinsstillalive.blogspot.com for a solo venture.
Formatting this bad boy is more difficult than I expected.
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