After going to bed, the concert continued past 11pm, loudly. Certainly no one in the US would ever be able to do anything that late.

We awoke, quite rested and hungry, but we had to wait for the manager to come by, we had to change to a smaller room. The manager finally came up, along with 3 women, presumably they were going to stay in our old room, it was a 4-person room.

We shifted everything into the new room, then went to go get fed, walking in the direction of the Colosseum. There was a large crowd at the Colosseum, then we realized, that with Friday a holiday then this would be a long weekend for everyone. I guess I picked a bad time to try to visit.

We jumped onto the Metro to get to Trevi Fountain. Unfortunately, the fountain is undergoing repairs, so isn’t spraying water and the pool was empty. Fortunately, they had a walkway over the pool, giving us a closer look that one would normally be able to get. So bonus points for that.

Then we actually got around to actually eating at a small pizzaria near the fountain. Mom had a pasta dish, while I had a pizza with “potate e wurtzel.” That’s potato and wurztel, a German sausage that looked and tasted like hot dogs. The pizza came uncut, apparently the high technology of pizza cutters has not reached these shores.

We headed to the Pantheon, the church of “all gods.” According to Wikipedia, it has been in continual use since the 7th century. There was a service even today.

The moat was empty, but I do not know if it is normally so, or if it had to do with the aquaduct that normally feeds Trevi being shut off. It is also the burial place of two of Italy’s kings and one queen. Strange as they were a very recent addition.

We then just roamed around (around Rome) down the back streets, seeing a sorts of venders selling their “original” works of art, toys, and jewelry. We saw a small toy store with nothing but wood toys (and a life sized wood motorcycle).

Walking through Piazza del Popolo, the People’s Plazza, a man from Bangladesh gave mom three roses, of course this wasn’t a gift, he was trying to get me to buy them out of guilt or embarrassment. But he didn’t know that I am cheap.

Afterwards, we “sardined” ourselves into the subway, and then took a siesta, although not necessarily on purpose.

We walked to a local grocery store, just to browse the various brands and products that they had and tried to figure out what some of them were without a translator. Some are easy because of pictures on the label, but some are totally unknown.

For dinner, we hit a local restaurant that was very “construction” themed, including pallets as a wall and scaffold for shelving. The food was awesome as well. Then we went to a gelateria, for gelato.