Blurry pizza, Trastevere

An inauspicious start: Andy, having left his camera at home, is not happy.  His mood is not improved when, chewing on a sweet, he loses his new crown.

George, against all recommendations, has packed a pair of scissors in his hand luggage.

Still, the travel all goes smoothly, and with George sleeping next to me on the Heathrow-Rome flight, I get some selfish book-time.

Get to the apartment, dump the luggage and cross the river to the Trastevere district.  Red wine and pizza, gelati and a stroll, then it's off to bed.