Sing-a-long

I told Nicoletta that the hardest part of learning Italian for me is comprehension. So today she waltzed in—all in red, by the way--with a disc of songs by some soupy Italian rock star. Over and over again, I listened to one bathetic love song, Il Nostra Concerto, while trying to decode the lyrics. At one point, Nicoletta sang to me in a sweet voice. She obviously loves this singer and this particular song.

The two Steves—Solms and Lyons—were off to the Borghese Gallery for the afternoon. We met up at the end of the day in Piazza de Popolo for the requisite prosecco. They cabbed back but I walked home. I’m always trying to figure out new ways to get back to Trastevere from uptown. This time I deliberately bypassed the usual landmarks—Ara Pacis, Piazza Navona and the Pantheon. Zigging and zagging along, I found myself at times on some streets that were new to me. Finally I headed for the river and home.