Back home.

We went into the Eternal City today, left the Land Rover and returned home on public transport.
That is the theory. In practice, Stefano, known to his friends as Johnny Walker, conned me into walking for hours on end, taking detours so that we passed by his old school, Montecitorio (houses of parlament) and even Berlusconi's Rome residence. I blew a mental rasberry as we passed.

Rome is very interesting and beautiful but the noise and the smells drive me mad. As we alighted from the train and stepped into the road which leads down the hill to the sea, I had the same feeing that always whacks me in the face. The clear, bright air and gleaming sea. I love it.