Ahhhh ! silent streets of Rome - brown bag with Sabuca, Olives 3 beers and some cherries. (Oh I waish I could find a Belgian fruit beer, I have a peculiar craving !) - not the new streets required by our hussling modern age, but the isolated lonely streets which still retain some flavour of the past. A past I like to think I can find by wandering for hours in my new EMO clothes and attitude. There is no noise and bustle, just quiet and solitude and raw emotion on my part - not necessarily anyone else walking around. Roads like Clivo dei Publici and Clivo di Rocca Savella - Clivo means slope by the way, and these two both ascend the Aventine hill (see my picture - a representation of what my day looked like after too much Sambuca and beer and olives and cherries - but no Belgian fruit beer worst luck).
In the 18th century this Aventine area belonged to monasteries and rich families (like the Goldman Sachs bonus receivers of yesteryear) and the narrow street was flanked by low walls interrupted by fine gates and it still looks and feels old as the hills (and it is a hill) ! So I slouch around Clivo di Rocca Savella which was for centuries the main access to the Aventine and was an early important street of Rome because apparently a pope, a member of the Savelli family, preferred to hold the papal court in the family fortress at the top of the street . This street is open only in day time so I cannot slouch through it at night.
I've done much walking - ready to drop into a stupour - that is all I can manage today - Viva Rome - I will stay here for a few more days - now to sleep - but first one more Sambuca and OH Oh OH OH
Tomorrow is New years eve and I intend to have one heck of a day - I suggest you do to
Ciaou for now
Esten xxx
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