Rome is full of spots like the above that make you think, Hey, let’s fix this place up and I can live there!
Other differences from home: I went to make scrambled eggs the other morning and a cunning chicken feather was attached to the shell!
I lucked out vis-a-vis the place where I actually am staying: The Pettinari Home in Campo de’ Fiori.
It’s on the third floor, on the courtyard side of a building that dates from the 1600’s except with wifi, an espresso machine, a hot shower, and even a tiny washing machine that is just right for traveling.
Last night I was in bed or so I thought for the night when I was overcome by a sudden urge for ice cream. I threw on a pair of jeans and a wrap, dashed down to the street, walked a few yards to the local gelato joint, purchased a pineapple sorbet (3 euros), and strolled across the Ponte Sisto to the next bridge north and back around watching the moonlight on the Tiber!