June 9th - the late night travels continue

Back to the Campo dei Fiore, where we sat down to a 10:30 supper of gnocchi and white wine.  Very nice waitstaff. 

Can we eat here?  Please?

Many young people wandering all over the place, and a few old people like Joe and me.  Once I had something to eat, I felt finally like a normal person again.  I'd been so patient with Joe after my meltdown in the hotel, while he ran all over the place looking at places he'd last seen in 1964.  But I really really was glad to have been fed at last.

Then we moved on to the Piazza Navona.   The famous fountains were encased in scaffolding, for over the years the stone was stained that odd sulfur-yellow in my pictures, and the stone is being carefully cleaned.  So we could not see much of the beautiful Fountain of the Rivers (Fontana dei Fiumi).

Finally on the Corso Vittorio Emanuele, Joe found the building where Eugene Walter had lived.  Eugene Walter was from Mobile, Alabama, and a "friend of a friend" from Joe's years in that city.  He was a writer, actor, editor.  He had lived in Rome for many many years, was friend and neighbor of Leontine Price there, and was very kind to Joe in 1964.  The building appears now to be all offices, no residences. 

18, Corso Vittorio Emanuele

And that was that.  We made our way pack to the Hotel Pomezia and to sleep in an airconditioned room.


All told, my favorite place from the week in France was Nice.  The hotel was so fine, with doors that opened to the sky and overlooked the park.  The beach of stones sloping down to the multi-hued sea.  The old part of the city, with its flower market by day and cafes by night, the uniformity of its old buildings, pastel, yellow, ochre,  with shutters and balconies, four or five stories tall.  Very narrow streets and lanes.  The wide Marche aux Fleurs that becamse the busy dining area with umbrellas, tables, chairs down the center.  And with the next day we would begin our tour of Italy with some two or three dozen other people