Spanish steps

The cabbie on the way back is a woman. She drops us off close to the Spanish Steps. The road leading up to the Spanish steps is lined with upscale shops. There is a Prada here and a Gucci there. I roll my eyes when I see a purse with a price tag of 8500 euros.

Wife is interested in a few cloth stores and steps in, while I stand on the sidewalk and engage in some people watching.

Spanish Steps was where foreigners gathered. Close to the steps is a house where John Keats died in. There is a fountain on one side of the sqaure and an obelisk on the other. Several folks are seated on the steps. It is strictly forbidden to eat on the steps, and nearby Italian policeman keep a watchful eye for transgressors. I hear that they hand out a stiff fine to violators.

It is another hot and steamy day. Around 3p, we head back to the hotel and like most Italians elect to take an afternoon nap.