A few more street scenes from the set “only in Trastevere”…
How do you keep cars from driving down a narrow cobbled alley in Trastevere? You plunk a large potted plant right in the middle of the street.
Motor scooters, on the other hand, are just about everywhere. The armed statue of liberty is by street artist Ella.
Mailbox decorated with street art depicting Vespa scooters on Via del Moro bears a handwritten note asking to please not park scooters in front.
In fact, some of those vintage Italian scooters are so handsome, they form part of the decor, as this Vespa in a restaurant on Via della Lungaretta.
Scooters not your thing? Trastevere is a prime spot for all your butterfly shopping….
…or you could push past all the graffiti and just go home…
…and spend some time simply looking out the window.
Or perhaps you should consider taking advantage of the special offer at the newly-opened beauty salon.
Many were probably expecting a caption involving blondes and knockers in the last photo, but i’ll leave that up to the fervent imaginations of all my readers…
All photos taken 2013. Hope you enjoyed.
Trastevere is as Rome as Rome gets. Across the Tiber river from the city proper – hence the name – due to the city’s relentless expansion, this part of Rome is now well within the city. In fact, it is where the original heart of Rome still pulses, quietly, rhythmically…
In Trastevere, some people like to stand.
But most people prefer to sit.
Some people will actually pay for preferred seating.
Others bring their own plastic chairs, to enjoy a good read or a cool beer.
And there’s nothing like a bench in the shade to enjoy a cigarette.
Problem is, there’s always someone looking over your shoulder…
Too much sitting around! I’m going home…
Trastevere is where you still find tiny, two-storied houses in the heart of the ancient city. On hot summer days – in Rome that can mean well into october – it is normal to keep the front door open on the family dining room, just like in the tiniest of Italian towns in the countryside.
Year-round, laundry is hung on lines for drying in the narrow cobbled alleys. Restaurants and pubs hum with life at all hours of the day and night. The streets – lined by little workshops where artisans go about trades unchanged in centuries – are home to an eclectic mix of “trasteverini” and tourists, all garnished with a generous helping of young Americans attending the local, Engish-language universities.
Trastevere may be a small part of a large city, but it certainly seems to encompass a significant swathe of the universe.
All photographs taken september 2013. More soon. Hope you enjoyed.
Living in a city as huge as Rome means you can go from one end of town to another by train. And not just a light tram or rattly metro car; we’re talking a real, full-fledged train.
Stylish even when late.
Ticket puncher – not quite extinct, but definitely on the endangered species list.
Rome’s recently refurbished Tiburtina station. Note the meter-high grass growing through the unused track.
Even through the scratched glass, Quentin Tarantino didn’t appreciate having his picture taken.
“Hello?” “Hello?” “Hello?”
The waist is a wonderful thing to mind.
One of the joys of letting someone else take care of the driving.
Am i the only one to find this creepy? The poster shows a gun-wielding anarchist and reads “For a world without politicians, vote for Gaetano Bresci.” Bresci, who died over 100 years ago, shot and killed Italy’s king Umberto I. Roma Nomentana train station.
Coming at a measly 1,50 euros for 100 minutes, urban train travel is easily one of the most cost-efficient forms of entertainment Rome has to offer. Ok – it sucks, really, as almost any commute does. But it does offer unfettered, close-up glimpses (too close, at times) of humanity at its most prosaic self.
And, especially, it does get you across town in a third the time it would take to drive the same distance…