We had rather a wakeful night. The ambulances here seem to go several times an hour, and they yowl like Tarzan triumphant.After breakfast we set off for nearby Palentine Hill, for which we could use our Colosseum tickets. Mindful of our blisters, everyone wore comfy old shoes and socks today except tough Jack, who was wound-free.
Palentine Hill is one of the largest archeaological sites in the world, and the most ancient part of Rome. We did not have headphones or one of the clamouring guides, but our trusty guidebook. However, according to guide Wayne, just about everything we looked at was where Romulus was reputed to grow up... Despite some confusion, it was very interesting and occasionally awe-inspiring - towering columns and so forth. Here are some photos of us round and about the place, which we were at all morning.
We had more lovely tomatoes, lettuce, cheese and bread for lunch, (although the bread was pretty tough today). During siesta time, Wayne and Annie bravely set forth again to do some administrative stuff. Out of sheer guilt, I did some ironing and Jack and Eleanor did a good tidy. Later, Jack and I went looking for a tourist information place and a post office. We miss our internet! 
We went out for dinner tonight again... still in the street, but less alley-like. I had a lovely spaghetti with clams. A rose seller suckered us, to Annie's disgust. When Wayne was paying the bill Eleanor dropped her sunnies. A handsome young waiter made a big deal of picking them up and setting them on Eleanor's face. "Very pretty," he said. Eleanor was happy. Then the waiter draped a lock of hair around Annie's face, and she blushed! Ah, youth, pass the bottle...'Home' with our roses - via the Trevi fountain again, as you see - pleasantly replete. So nice not t
o be squashed into a hotel room.
o be squashed into a hotel room.
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