We’ve only been in Rome for twenty-four hours, but yes, we’ve already managed to scarf a plate or two of pasta. Julius Caesar would approve!
We arrived on a picture-perfect fall day, which almost made up for the jet lag. Checked into our hotel and left the unpacking for later so we could walk over to the Spanish Steps and take in the view.
Luckily, we started at the top rather than the base of those 137 steps. A much easier walk down than up!
We willed ourselves not to fall asleep yesterday afternoon, but it wasn’t easy!
We walked down the hill (they weren’t kidding when they called Rome the city of seven hills, by the way…) to the Piazza Barberini, past the Fontana del Tritone and stopped for a glass of wine (a very drinkable Lazio vino biologico) at Enoteca Barberino. It is located in what I call a charming side street and the CE dismissed as “a dark alley”. (My beloved will never be mistaken for a romantic.)
From our table at Enoteca Barberini I could see people queuing up at wildly popular Colline Emiliane forty-five minutes before the first dinner seating. Lucky for us that we had a reservation! This tiny ristorante has been packing them in since 1931, serving Bolognese-inspired cuisine at very reasonable prices.
After an “interesting” night’s sleep, I was revived this morning with a lifeline of freshly-brewed coffee and frothy steamed milk. Now we are off to the Gallerie Borghese. More later! Ciao!