Easter Weekend

Easter weekend in Roma. The weather is not cooperating. It’s rainy and cold. Surprisingly, the city doesn’t feel particularly crowded. Maybe everyone has fled to the south and sun.

It seems that nobody works for these three days. Even the gym is closed until Tuesday. I can't imagine the Sporting Club closed for three full days. There would be crowds of angry anorexic women and muscle bound bruisers pounding on the doors to be let in.

We’ve been tooling around the city with Tony and Patty. Yesterday I led them up to the Campidoglio and then to the view over the Roman Forum. We wandered through the streets of il centro and stopped for lunch at a restaurant specializing in fresh bufalo mozzarella. Later we made our way to Via Margutta where Steve popped in to a tiny parrucchierre run by a two brothers and one son for a haircut and beard trim. Everyone agrees he's looking very Italian now with an ultra short haircut and new red glasses. He, of course, loves the attention and stops frequently to look in the mirror and admire himself.

After a brief stop for a glass of prosecco at a café on the Piazza del Popolo, we headed home to Trastevere to rest up for the next main event--dinner. This time we ate a restaurant new to us up on the Janiculum hill above Trastevere. Very white and modern, it felt like eating in a hip Philly restaurant except for the fact that its wine list was much bigger and better.