You can walk by the Market and look down from above.
The poppies find somewhere to grow.
The stones lie scattered around
We stood and wondered.
How many feet have climbed these steps?
How many senators, magistrates, merchants meet here?
Who designed the first arch?
How many secrets were kept and told?
The poppies find somewhere to grow.
The stones lie scattered around 
We stood and wondered.
How many feet have climbed these steps? 
How many senators, magistrates, merchants meet here? 
Who designed the first arch?
How many secrets were kept and told? 
Before we left home for Rome I had read about beggars and gangs of children who pick pockets. I read they cause a commotion and are expert at helping themselves. This was the one place we believe we saw them. A group stood on the pavement, holding a doll wrapped like a baby, and watched us. It was unsettling as we looked the other way and walked on by (my bag was across my body with the flap facing inwards!) They didn't come near us. Even harder was walking by the beggars who hold their cups out for loose change, mumbling in a language we didn't understand. How can a city with so many treasures have so many beggars and pickpockets?
1 comments:
I have just caught up with all your posts here, and enjoyed your photos of Rome. I always wonder who trod the path in the past, whenever I am anywhere like this.
It appears there is lots to see and do, and I hope you enjoyed it.
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