Reflections, literally.

The train ride through the mountains went smoothly south, and the hour long stop over in Milan was as hot and boring as expected. When the train car to Rome had a trolley with an actual espresso machine on top, we knew we had already arrived.

The early 18th century house close to the tourist filled square Campo de’ fiori (that the air bnb auto translation correctly read as “appartement close to flower field”) is both charming and homey, and by surprise has air conditioning that makes us sleep heavy and dreamless through the night. It has a water fountain by the entrance door: with all the people stopping to fill theirs bottles it truly is a giving house. In the evening our shadows are reflected on the walls of the renaissance palace across the street, something I’m not shy to take as an invite to dance..