No matter. We're not here to inspect the interior of the flat we're renting. Off we go to another little coffee bar close to the bridge over the river Tiber.
Crossing the Tiber
Our plan today is to walk 'round the outskirts of the Vatican. Neither of us can tolerate the huge, HUGE line to go inside to see...what? My Aunt Ida would say "Crap that needs dustin'! That's all!" And that pretty much sums it up for me, too.
We're in St. Peter's Square and some sort of a hoop-te-do is in the works. A lot of chairs have been set out, even in this miserable rain. And a lot of security folks have been set out, too. Evidently to look miserable, and they're doing a fine job.
Ho! A post office is here, too, so we can mail our post cards that I've been dragging around for a few days. We walk into the official Vatican Post Office Trailer. Since they're already stamped, we're just looking for a mail drop. Well, look somewhere else, pal! You need to drop them off in Italy. This is the Vatican. I stifled a smirk, but did allow a "shit!" out of my mouth that was audible. Really? No - REALLY - you're serious?
Off we go, and I haven't been taken into custody (yet).
An ancestor of Jack Benny
Italy, the home of the world’s smallest cars
A bit of grocery shopping, ducking in from the freezing cold rain into the little apartment, and then down to the local restaurant/hangout we've been going to. Jack orders pizza and I get onion soup.
Now home. We're starting to think about packing for the journey to the Land of Quiet Good Taste and Simple Elegance (aka Las Vegas). We'll be leaving on OH-MY-GOD-ITS-EARLY Thursday. Heavy sigh.
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