So our next port was Rome, and we abandoned the group tours in favour of our own private car and driver. We were taking Declan with us, and wanted to have the flexibility to go where we wanted and cut the day short in the unlikely, yet distinctly possible event that he might become incorrigible. Besides, I have always wanted to disembark from something and be greeted by a limo driver holding my name on the sign for a change. Today was my day!
Our first stop was the Colosseum. Hilariously when I asked Declan if I could take his picture in front of it, he reflexively put his hands up as though he were pushing up the Leaning Tower of Pisa still. That photo session may have scarred him indefinitely.
Happily there was a new novelty photo opportunity at the Colisseum: For a mere five Euros, a local ne'er-do-well dressed as a gladiator will terrorize your child. A bargain at twice the price.
|What's that you say? Why are we doing this?|
|I'm not sure why the gladiator was pushing the stroller, but it makes me love this picture a little bit.|
|Colour him unimpressed.|
|At the Trevi Fountain. These pictures hide how crowded it was there- about 25 people per square foot.|