Home from a beautiful five days in Rome with my friend and companion Mad. Twenty degrees and sun was the constant, together with cobbled streets and delicious 90 euro-cent cappuccinos. My camera is floating around somewhere at the moment so I’ll give you a glimps from instagram.
Breakfast at the coffee shop around the corner from where we lived in Trastevere, about 15 minutes walk from the centre. Full of cocky cool Italians in denim shirts that always managed to go ahead of us however much we tried. Loved it. Loved the million scooters parked everywhere too.
Took a trip one day to the pope, Mad was a bit grumpy because he didn’t invite us for tea. But his place was fab!
Did not see a single supermarket, or one maybe, but still, it was just teeny tiny shops everywhere with cheese and ham and vegetables and everything you might ever wish for. THE DREAM!
Madeleine manges to look pretty even if we’ve walked for hours and gone wrong and got lost. Of course five minutes after I’ve bragged about my map reading.
We went to the Vatican museums. Here the stairs by Giuseppe Momo.
The St. Peter’s Basilica.
I’m just saying, RUSSELL CROWE!
Modernity and ancientness all mixt.
Pizza and pose as an end.