Four and a half years ago I had just graduated from college and was heading off on two great adventures — the rest of my life, and a stint as a researcher-writer for Let’s Go: Italy in Rome. While the jury is still out on the rest of my life, Rome was incredible. Well, it was the kind of wild ride you can only have when you’re 21: meeting boys and new best friends by chatting with strangers on the street or in a hostel, breaking up with my college boyfriend, racking up a massive cell phone bill by calling my family to discuss the aforementioned, staying up partying all night and missing a once-a-day bus the next day, and still managing to write beautiful copy. But Rome itself…incredible. And it was that summer of 2005 that I developed my flâneuserie habit: wandering city streets and taking in the unique, humble moments at the same time as I wrote about the long history and culture of the great city of Rome.
These photos are a few of my favorites from that summer.
Here is the kitchen of a small biscotti shop on a small street near the Piazza Navona, a neighborhood where I constantly — and happily — got lost, even after being in Rome for over a month. I was walking down this tiny street when all of a sudden I could peek in and watch all the action happening at this lovely little shop.
A wonderful Rome moment: this couple was taking their wedding photos in a rose garden outside the main city center (a frequent sight on any sunny Roman Saturday). They were greeted by shouts of “Auguri!” (Congratulations!) by passing middle-schoolers on the street above.
This is my favorite: Signore Redsock (so dubbed by a friend from my travels that summer), who took off his wet red socks after a summer morning downpour and put them out to dry as he read the newspaper. But the best part? He’s sitting on ruins, in the middle of the Roman Forum. If there’s one thing I learned to love about Romans, it’s how casually they regarded the incredible historic relics around them, and chose to go on living their lives among them.