The shirt situation is not good. The washed shirts that were impossible to dry, smell like old washing machine water. It's going to be a long, smelly day. Even leaving the keys was a hassle as there were no instructions. Annette had to hold the front gate open, otherwise I could get trapped on the wrong side. The stairs and non-working appliances and heat mean their rating will not be good. I don't think I'm going back to Milan and kind of understand why Rochelle Rochelle left there for Minsk. Referenced in blogs from the past, you may need to research this.
There were a few things on our itinerary for the day, we saw the Pantheon (outside only now that it's no longer free), Trevi Fountain and just lots of old buildings in narrow streets.
There are lots of police around, and what looks like army with some impressive looking hardware. One street that we walked through often had them all over.
Anyway, my faith in taxis in Italy is good as the fare was less than an Uber.
The station was busy. Arriving very early got us 2 seats for 50 minutes while waiting for our platform to be announced. Half an hour before departure we went through the ticket gates and continued our wait for information, just standing now. 15 minutes before departure we found our train, lifted our increasingly heavy bags onto overhead racks and enjoyed a quiet trip to Rome.
We decided to try and continue our good taxi streak, and joined the large queue at Rome Termini station. It took about 40 minutes to get to the front. There are old ruins all over the city, including the ones at the end of the taxi line in the pic.
The streets near our apartment are part road, part street, mainly cobblestones and dangerous when electric cars, which can't be heard, creep up from behind.
The last few manoeuvres of our driver was great in tiny streets that a car should not fit in.
Our apartment is down an alley that only foot traffic can reach. We walked down with our bags and were met by the owner who was really helpful and showed us how everything worked (tomorrow's Italian made coffee could be interesting).
Lunch on the walk was our first stop. I had a potato rosemary pizza whilst Annette went with a little ball of something or other (similar to an arancini but with pasta instead of risotto, yummy).
We went out later (after a short nap) on our daily search for a Carrefour, our go to supermarket, but it turned out to be its mini brother, the express. It's OK but just tiny.
On the way, we saw a nondescript looking chuch and went to have a look. The inside was amazing with paintings on the walls and the ceiling and some really good stained glass.
Some of the best churches have looked like dumps.
One of our new hobbies is mocking people who take photos of a person, not looking at the camera, but away. I blame Jamie Oliver (Editor's note: it was actually started by an Instagram influencer). Sometimes (mostly) I like to take pics of them taking stupid pics.
Pink skirt photoing yellow top. They took ages, and traffic and people only hindered their beautiful shot of the back of her head and arse looking down a road.
Dinner was large cherry tomatoes pan fried in olive oil and seasoning, on toasted bread with cheese, pancetta, green leaf salad with a spray of balsamic.
As I write, the air conditioning is cooling, I am happy to say that the washing machine works and our clothes are now fresh, dry and stink free and I have 9 hours until an alarm will wake me.
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