The beauty, the grace, the style, the ruins. Rome’s ghetto is like an ancient city within an ancient city.
I am not a historian, so for hard facts about Rome’s Jewish ghetto you will have to look elsewhere. All i can say for sure is that history has conspired here to create one of Rome’s most charming areas. The close-knit sense of community exudes from every corner: people chatting away, laughing, smiling, sitting, strolling…
The ghetto’s run-down look goes back to some papal bull (i’ll say!) forbidding Jews from owning houses. And you’re obviously not inclined to maintain what you don’t own.
The remains of ancient Rome literally jut out from every wall or break through the surface of the pavement.
Finally, one mention goes to the local eateries, catering to both Romans and skull-capped tour groups from New York. The food in the ghetto is easily among the best Rome has to offer. And if you can make it here in springtime, you can’t possibly leave without trying one of rome’s proudest and oldest recipies: i carciofi alla giudia, literally ‘Jewish style artichokes.’
Pictures taken at lunchtime on may 14th.