… through the open door

This is not my first visit to Rome and, if lucky, it will not be my last.  Camillo and I had our first trip to Italy together around Easter time 1993.  I would have to go through all my photos to count the subsequent trips and the towns visited.  Although he is not my guide this trip, he is still here: a couple days ago I found a small store that was selling fresh cheese, sweet olives and pepperoni that he would have loved, and thought…..  There is now a museum in the Piazza di Popolo of work of Leonardo da Vinci: he loved all things da Vinci..  We talked many times (I talked?) about renting an apartment for a month here but he wanted to wait until we were older and could no longer visit many towns in one trip as was our habit…but he would have enjoyed this neighborhood – the Italian-ness of it.  Yes he is here enjoying my visit. 

With Rosemary I am walking the historic center of Rome once again.  Seeing it with new eyes because I am not just following Camillo about with my camera to my eye, but am needing to really see where we are going and to be sure I can find our way back to the apartment.  Rosemary is never worried  but I worry, of Course. 

Over the years while walking about, I have thought it interesting to see bits and pieces of the life behind the walls.  The old, exterior walls of the buildings have to be maintain in the original style or condition but the interiors can be fixed in any style pleasing to the owner.  Every once in a while you walk by a door propped open and you catch a glimpse of the life going on behind scenes; behind the tourists that crowd the streets.  This walk-about I have pulled out the camera and invaded the internal space whenever I got the chance.  Here are a few; a visitor’s view of life in Rome through the open door.