I love Trastevere. This area of Rome is ancient and has lost
none of its character to modern architecture. The palazzo’s crumble onto the
narrow cobblestone lanes. Trattorias and bars are everywhere and coffee, bread
and garlic scents continually make my tummy grumble. This place is a magnet for
students, artists, writers and sea change expats. A far cry from the sailors
and fishermen that made their home here in 509BC.
Best thing is that it is a stroll away from the Vatican, the
Colosseum, Piazza Navona, the Pantheon and numerous other ‘must see’ places.
Really though, there’s enough to see and do here especially at night when the place
springs to electrifying life. People line the lanes drinking and laughing.
Parked cars become bar tables and everyone passing is invited to the party. It
doesn’t matter if you cannot speak Italian and most Italians can speak English…albeit
with a lot of arm flapping. Those that don't speak English talk to you anyway. Like my Uncle
Antonio says “I speak perfect English, it is not my fault that they
cannot understand me.” Never stops him
talking mind you (he can also whistle in English).
Whilst mentioning Trastevere, I must mention the apartment
we have rented. It is in a palazzo that was built in the 16th century.
The ceilings are 6 metres high and the tiles handmade by old artisans. Martin,
the owner, has put a lot of thought into making it comfortable (all the latest
mod cons) without making it antiseptic. Truly a find if you are looking for a
Roman bed.
Best bar for a late night disgestivo
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