|Andrew I decide we needed some exercise, so a run thru the streets of Rome was in order.|
|Many huge monuments of ancient Roman times make you gasp, but this was a memorial to some local person. A family member possibly, but no less important to those of history.|
Our run took us up towards the Colosseum and along the Tiber where we came across more homeless people. It was unnerving to see the poverty of Rome, not something that we often see at home. It is there but we don't often see ourselves amongst it as we did in Rome. As we ran up towards the Colosseum we saw people dressed as Gladiators being photographed with Tourists willing pass over a few euros for the privilege.
The Gladiators would take turns of being photographed while the other would take the opportunity for a "smoko". Not sure if the Romans had a "ciggie" in those days.
|The Ponte Fabricio built in 62 BC is still in use today.|
|The run took us to the oldest still used bridge across the Tiber.|
|While the remains of an earlier bridge stands in its shadows.|
|But below were some homeless that had taken up residence with their dogs.|
No more than a a parkland these days, I sat there for some time while imagining the races that took part there. From 400 BC to 549 AD when the last chariots raced, it was the largest spectator arena holding up to 500,000 people.
This grassy area seems not to be held in awe by the locals as there was rubbish and the remains of small fires littering this famous location.
|Circus Maximus - Today!|
|The Circus Maximus then.|
Our run then took us further along the Tiber towards the Vatican and back to the Campo and a cool beer.
|We would return to the Vatican and the museum with Sue but on our run we passed by Piazza San Pietro on our return to the Campo de Fiori.|
|But of the many scenes of Rome, I think the Fiat Bambino and the Vespa say it all for me!!|
Our afternoon run offered us scenes of Rome that we may not have experienced on a tourist bus or guided tour. It was an experience of mixed emotions. One one hand you see fashion conscious women walking in high heels on the cobble stoned piazza while the homeless sleep under bridges of the polluted Tiber. Such extremes, such contrast but such memories running through the streets with my son. I'm sure in many years to come we will discuss that run.