For our last day in Rome, we began with a walking tour with a local guide, who directed us to Trevi Fountain and several other delightful views, including some that could have been easily missed by coach or car.
A polite request to an apparent owner/caretaker garnered access to a private courtyard with a Bernini fountain.
It was as though the whole town was waking up around us, as we watched various merchants and shopkeepers ready for themorning rush. We were also provided insight into the Rome water system, and our guide proudly revealed the potability of Rome’s water fountains. This would come in handy later . . .
Yes, the photo in the lower right corner in the above group depicts a typical two-way street in Rome . . . Don’t check your nerve at the driver’s side door . . .
Saw the Trevi fountain. Water wasn’t on but it also wasn’t crowded. This allowed us to eavesdrop on the “harvesting operation.” Our guide didn’t know the daily handle but shared that the annual take on the fountain exceeds $1.5 million. We didn’t toss any coins after her admonition. It was delightful to watch the young women “posing” for glam-shots with the fountain as backdrop, too.
I changed lenses at the fountain so that I could capture some closer detail images.
Our Roman walkabout eventually led us to the Pantheon, where we were reminded that the city was built in layers. Once a locale for feting the Emperor, it is now a working Catholic Church (more of these in Rome than there are Starbucks back home).
The architectural detail is phenomenal in its own right. Like so much of this resilient antiquity the detail is even more stunning considering the lack of modern tools or equipment.
“Bring on the dancing horses . . . “
Below, a quick morning gelato snack provided both an energy boost, and an unhurried opportunity to capture specific details.
Another square, another impressive fountain, and beautiful church.
Before experiencing the gardens, we bask in the opulence of a former Cardinal’s residence.
The visual feast continued as we ventured out on the balcony overlooking the garden. Despite the haze - which we are assured is humidity - not smog, the breadth of the views were spectacular.
Water, water everywhere. Much of it (thankfully) potable. To fully experience this garden, one must descend its many stairs and ramps. Of course, this meant ascending at the end of the adventure.
Which our eyes and brains filled, it was time to explore the town in search of lunch. Theresa also found the “perfect” hat to commemorate the occasion and stave off cranial sunburn. Fully insulated from the ravages of the sun, she captured some of TIvoli’s best views to share.
We knew our day is nearing its end, so we grabbed a taxi to “Spanish Steps” and soon find that 5,000 of our altar boy friends from the Vatican tour had the same idea. Our cab driver deposits us at the bottom, so we climb again. The vistas were impressive, but proved difficult to fully capture in competition with the sinking sun.