“Your inbox will never be empty.” I don’t remember where I read this, but it definitely came across my mind several times since when I decided to write a post about how to spend the summer in Rome like a local would. Determined to show you my favorite things to do in Rome in the summertime, I’ve been going out a lot and attending many events, yet the list of places to go in Rome was becoming longer and longer. And it’s still growing! But this post won’t be of any use if I publish it in September, now will it? ;)
Another Rome || Monte Mario
“Me and you eating candies”
“Just tell me where you are and I will walk through all Rome”
Roman lovers’ words echoed in the air, then followed the river towards the city centre. We found them on the marbles of Ponte Milvio -a bridge in northern Rome that is the epitome of teenagers’ passion and handwritten declarations of love. Then we set them free under the vault of the bridge.
As the numbers of legal walls and self-proclaimed art curators slowly increase in the capital, Rome’s street art scene is beginning to attract internationally renowned street artists, curious street art lovers eager to discover a less classical side to Rome, and growing attention from the institutions.
Some of our local artists are now invited to paint abroad, so we can say that Rome’s proverbial parochialism is fading away year after year, although the majority of the works realized on the streets of Rome are still amateurish, especially when compared to those abroad.
You guys should know by now that when me and my foodie friend Elena meet up again, an ‘Eating Out’ blogpost is coming.
So, after my foodie posts from Ljubljana (Eating out in Ljubljana vol 1 – vol 2) and a couple of reviews dating back to her previous visit to Rome (Pastificio San Lorenzo – Mazzo Centocelle), here are the restaurants that we tried together on her latest visit.
‘Listen’, ‘Pss’, ‘Grr’. So many voices are coming out from the funnels hung on the ceiling that I can’t hear mine. Suddenly, everything is quiet for a few seconds, but even the silence –at this point- gets me muddled. Then, again, more voices are calling to me: ‘Look’, ‘Ehi’, ‘Pss’, ‘Woof’. Calls, bleary sounds, background noises that were scattered through the days of those people who used to live inside this very building, the psychiatric hospital of Santa Maria della Pietà in Rome.