Globus tour, June 11 - the end of the day

The last thing I recall about the Piazza Navona is the crowd of beggars at the North end.  Several patheticly handicapped people, like a young woman whose fet and toes turned inward and curled, sitting on a curb, begging withopen hand, and a young man on a sheeled sort of dolly whopushed himself along with one hand inside a black sneeker.  I felt so badly about ignoring them that I will try to give a coin to some others as we progress through Italy.

Dinner was at Togana, on the river, with music from Italian operas, live.  The music exceeded the food.  The tenor was excellent. 

Dinner with an operatic quartet

The mezzo sang the Habanera and flirted with every man in the place.  The soprano was expressionless and at times sharp, and the baritone, who was also the master of ceremonies, was also a very good comic actor.   But my man Joe was by far the star of the show. 

Figaro 'shaving' Joe

"Figaro," the barber of Seville, needed someone to shave and Joe was the lucky man.  I have only two photos, but someone from another group sent him others.

Monday ended with a very long and satisfying sleep.  I'm getting to know our fellow travellers, who are all English-speaking, from the US, Canada, and Australia.