Oh, that's me touching St. Peter's toe, what Rick Steves refers to as St. Peter's kissable toe, although no one was kissing it and a guard was close by supervising even the touching. Kissing doesn't seem very sanitary and all . . .
By the time we had finished touring St. P's, our dogs were hot and our tummies empty. We found a streetside trattoria, which we would NOT RECOMMEND. After eating and beginning our return walk, we consulted our Rick Steves guidebook and he cautioned against eating at restaurants 1) near the Vatican, and 2) that have hawkers outside luring you to sit down. Okay, so we lived and learned. We had a 1) medicore meal, 2) paid way too much. We figure we'll eat pizza (or McDonald's) to make up for what we paid for our lunch. Oh, the restaurant to avoid: Trattoria Al Cuppolone Pizzeria on Borgo Pio.
Fortified with food, mediocre food, we decided to walk our way back to the Hotel Fontana. We crossed the Tiber River, walked through the Piazza Navona, and once again passed the Pantheon. We've really got get inside of that place.
So, while Howard naps, I will continue writing in my travel journal . . .
. . . and who knows, maybe we'll get to the Pantheon before they turn out the lights tonight!
4 comments:
Mediocre food in Italy? Near the Vatican? It almost seems like sacrilege . . . those are some great photos, though! (and I totally would've taken the funny shaped jar, too!)
Beautiful pictures Dayna! And the view from your room - to die for.
Thanks for sharing these.
Hugs, Gerri
Holy moly....sounds wonderful (mediocre food and all!) You aren't missing ANYTHING here in Salem....and I would have stolen the jar too. Must be an epidemic ha ha
i can't believe -you- weren't napping, too! that picture of you writing on roman steps really makes my heart flutter. it's like you belong there!
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