We got up at a time where eating cereal was actually appropriate, which was par for the course for EZ, but for me was a source of great pride and sense of accomplishment. Over breakfast we laid out our plan for the day, of course optimized to avoid backtracking of taking an inefficient route – I may be wild and free in my unemployment, but I am still me.
We stopped for a quick cappuccino at a tabaccchi, one of the hundreds of little places dotting Rome where you can buy cigarettes, gelato, coffee, lottery tickets, or pizza. Imagine a 7-11 with one tenth of the size and ten times the charm. Plus gelato.
Properly fueled, we set off on a half hour walk down the Tiber River to the Protestant Cemetery of Rome. I have been here once before, and it is probably my favorite place to visit in Rome. It is beautiful, inspiring, and – thankfully – almost always empty. As an added bonus, there is a small cat sanctuary housed at one end of the premises.
The cemetery houses my favorite piece of art, anywhere, ever – the Angel of Grief tombstone that sits atop of the grave of William Story and his wife. He completed the sculpture as a tribute to his wife, and died shortly thereafter.
We then hopped on the Metro for the relatively short trip to the Colosseum. At this point walking was losing some of its charm, and since we were staying far away from any Metro stops, it gave us a chance to use it just on principle. The trains and the station were nothing particularly noteworthy, although it is worth mentioning that this particular stop was playing music over speakers on the platform, and said music transitioned directly from Vivaldi to a cover of the B-52’s “Rock Lobster”. If the transition in songs wasn’t weird enough, the fact that it was a cover made it that much more surreal.