a day out, in pictures, 13 October 2018, Rome

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Italian pharmacies look like this, so often in very old premises, character retained.
Enlarge this image if you wish to read the Latin over the door.

Hello young person

Not my kind of person, old person

Red car with guys

in arrivo, Cavour Metro

Red car with Pyramid.

The #3 tram, in arrivo

Antica Cappelleria Laboratorio, since 1924, Viale Trastevere
The Old Hat Laboratory

The dramatic woman who found the Borsalino Classico in my size is out of view hat hunting behind the counter.
Helen bought a replacement for mine, my inseparable friend, looking tired after forty one years. 
I have much to do to give this new elegance comparable experience.

I am commanded by her commanding self on the right to return within days
to have my new hat cleaned and smartened.
Just lovely people.

Red car requiring no explanation, just an ordinary extraordinary Alfa.
While Helen fished among those garments I talked to the stall-keeper, Italian now for four years,
from Bangladesh where his family still is, he said they were outside Dacca and in response to my further question
he said yes, they were not by the sea, they were safe.
I asked how many languages he spoke: "Italian of course, English, Bangla of course, Hindi, Urdu, Arabo".
So you can walk all the way home then, I said. We laughed.
Please note the handsome tree above that appears in next photo.

While talking to the man from Bangladesh, a man began hiding behind the adjacent tree and produced a long lensed camera.
So this is my sneaky picture of a paparazzo taking a sneaky picture of... ?
Perhaps he's just an ordinary matrimonial investigator and someone
is buying a hat for someone inappropriate over there in the extraordinary hat shop.

Dog without words

A place for lunch, La Cantina Corsetti, waiters strong and proud and full of local accent and language, Romanaccio,
a very easily understood (not broad accented) presentation of which is here, a discussion of the perennial subject 
of trying to finish the Rome Metro with all the archaeological finds in the way.
And the menu is as it would have been half a century ago.

A view from lunch, Piazza San Cosimato, Trastevere, market to left, children's playground on right busy on Saturday. 

I had eaten Saltimbocca Romana, delicately cooked, not easy to achieve, no photo.
Then this, Torta di Mela Calda con Gelato di Vaniglia Cremata.
An absolutely stunning rendition of warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream and cream,
reheated to magic in pizza oven.
You want apple pie, I'll show you apple pie!

Helen had eaten Abbacchio al forno con patate arrosto
roast lamb with potatoes, but lamb as only obtainable around Rome, this world of dairy sheep,
where abbacchio is a different word from agnello, lamb, being the sheepish equivalent of milk veal.
And now for dessert, tiramisu, 'pull me up' (you can look it up)...
I think Helen may seek a fresh career back home in delirious recounting of consumptions of tiramisus.
It is delicious, but my advice, which I often fail to remember, is
do not breathe in while lifting that chocolate dusty stuff.

Across the road, by the playground, a sign erected by the school: "We have planted thyme, celery, sage, mint, fennel,
coriander and chives." No dogs, no feet... "Respect this space please."

Waiting for the 75 bus near the ministry of public education.

Bus with red rails

Red seat with Colosseum with red T-shirt

Red car that has the audacity to call itself a redhead [Testarossa], double parked, near home in Via Cavour.