“I think we should find someplace for lunch.” Tamara said this as they returned to their meandering walk around the city. Giorgio was pensive since they left the Campidoglio and she wondered what he was thinking. Food usually brought him back to the present. And it worked this time too.
CampidoglioThey were on a narrow, cobbled street where two-way traffic fought for space to pass the oncoming cars. The sidewalks were also narrow, so pedestrians became combatants in the struggle, stepping up on the raised stone at times, or stepping down off the sidewalk to circle around a planter or shop display that jutted out onto the walkway. It was slow going with a frequent brush with a passing car, and Giorgio and Tamara held hands to squeeze between the lines of traffic.
The buildings on this str
