Returning to Roma!
What could better represent this city than Il Colloseo, officially the Flavian Amphitheater?
Cars rush past the National Monument to Victor Emmanuel II—first king of a united Italy—at night.
as the sun sets over the Spanish Steps.
The bridge leading to Castel Sant'Angelo also leads to my apartment. The Popes used Castel Sant'Angelo as a fortress incase anyone tried to mess with them, now it's a museum.
Sunset over St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City was the last thing I saw as I walked back to my apartment every evening. Had I better sense than to have been walking around Rome taking photographs with my Nokia 5310 camera phone you might have been able to see firsthand how beautiful it was. Picture the vibrant reds, oranges and clouds.
The phone gave an odd, almost vintage, look to some of the photographs as demonstrated in the pictures of the two fountains below.
Sea Horse in the park at Villa Borghese.
As sun peaks through clouds, to bathe this rain drenched Vatican City Fountain in light.
"Quoth the Raven, 'nevermore' "
The Fontana del Pantheon, stands directly in front of the Pantheon, another landmark on the way to the heart of the city after Piazza Navona, after the Church of Saint Luigi dei Francesi housing Caravaggio's "The Martyrdom of St. Matthew" in the Contarelli chapel (below).
Also In the Contarelli chapel—Caravaggio's "The Calling of St. Matthew" and "The Inspiration of St. Matthew."
The city is always alive.
and there are a lot of cats.
Obelisks had a practical value for navigation in the hectic disarray of streets during the Middle Ages, many of them taken from Egypt.
Drinking fountains spatter the streets of the city flowing nonstop. You are supposed to press your hand against the bottom to plug the water, and it shoots up from a second hole at the curve of the spigot, the idea being that you won't be drinking from the same outlet as stray dogs.
Isola Tiberina is a little island on the Tiber river with a footbridge leading in on each side. I liked to go there for peace and quiet, take notes and sip on Coca Cola—I was not the only one. The hospital is located there.
Coke always tasted better in Rome. I think it's because of less ice—and it compliments a diet heavy in carbohydrates in a different way.
I once liked to believe I introduced the idea of jogging for sport to this city. I also imagined I was responsible for making Timberland Hiking Boots trendy here. I have been proved phenomenally wrong on both accounts. I am told that both of these things that were very popular here in 2010 were also very popular in the 90's, I just don't remember seeing anybody else doing them in 2007. Nevertheless the largest park in the city, Pamphili Park (above), was my choice spot for jogging. If someone actually takes so much interest in this blog as to coax me into doing so in the future, I will write an entire article about the time I was almost eaten alive by a pack of stray dogs in Pamphili park—no joke. The story itself is self explanatory and will be titled "The Time I Was Almost Eaten by Stray Dogs in Pamphili Park." I was not wearing my 'Timbs' when this happened.
This building is typical of Roman architecture.
Yes! A Grand Theft Auto: Vice City bus, Disponibile Per PSP 2007.
A river of cobblestone rambles through the city streets at night.
This is the entrance to a private home along the Appian Way, an ancient road leading to Rome.
I walked the Via Appia pretty far one afternoon, all the way to the airport and this guy in a white car drove up beside me and started whistling at me. I didn't say anything because I didn't want him to know I was a foreigner. He wouldn't stop so I kept walking. He understood the universal language of the middle finger and drove away. Then he came back. Then he kept a distance. He was always somewhere in front or behind me for a couple hours as I walked back. When he wasn't looking I picked up a big rock and hid it in my coat. Eventually I ran into the forest and hid in a ditch for a while. He got out of the car and looked for me but couldn't find me so he left. I was prepared to kill him with the rock. It was a rush, afterwards I ate a gelati and had a nice glass of wine at the apartment and got on with writing "Bar Fight."
The PalaLottomatica sports arena seemingly rises from the water at EUR. EUR is a modern business center and residential suburb south of Rome famous for the (what felt to me as portentous) Fascist architecture which PalaLottomatica is not an example of. It's an overwhelming place to be lost and,
Someone tried to kill me there once too.
Fitting with the recurring Cara-Blog-gio theme—a replica of Augustus at Prima Porta at nightfall.
Most importantly everything written in this blog is true. Most of these photographs were based on my experiences in Rome during 2010, some of them from 2007.
all of these photographs were taken by Alan Michael.
Copyright 2012 Alan Michael
The word "portentous" is probably the coolest word I have used in this blog entry. I have discovered it recently and its definition is, "of or like a portent."