I also wanted to see where they used to race the chariots, this was it - no more stadium alas. I got into my athletic mode.
Then if you've been to our house in CT, you'll notice a small stone replica of this thing... the Wall of truth... you stick your hand through the hole and if you're a lying bastard, it'll chop down on your hand. So the legend goes.
Cath got away with it. It must have been malfunctioning.
My case against the Italian government continues.
From there we headed to Campidoglio. Scene of the massive bronze statue of Marcus Aurelius, gladiator extrodinaire. We actually thought we had seen him a few days earlier but turned out after some guide reading that we had the wrong place - too many bloody buildings and statues.
So Delboy, this one's for you. Who's the man? Me! I'm the one with Marcus.
Marcus and I go way back.
Cath under some geezer with a tiny pecker and me with the Nile (again). I dolike the Nile.
Then to Piazza Navona. We bought a painting and posed at the Four Rivers. If anyone watched / read Angels and Demons, this is the fountain where the fourth Cardinal got dumped into the fountain.
A quick meal at the Pantheon - and a beer.
Inside the Pantheon.
Outside the Pantheon, Cath has a face-off with a fountain statue.
And all this water made her thirsty.
Lastly, we headed to a small lesser-known church where the monks make everything out of bones. Yes bones, they believe their bodies should be put to use, so everything from their skulls, to their hips, their fingers, etc make the light sockets, decor, etc. was kinda creepy but very cool.
On that note. That was Rome. Lots to see but the locals weren't very friendly at all. Got ripped off more than once. Was good to go back to Ireland.
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