Took another walk round the Navona neighborhood again with the guys. This is Ponte Fabricia, a charming old bridge that leads to Isola Tiberna (literally the island of Tiber), this mini island-town neighborhood sits in the middle of the Tiber river.
Smoker on the bridge. Italians don't seem to mind to be taken pictures of closely (whereas I can imagine that an American would have sued you)... then again, maybe they're just so used to tourists... *us, the creepy crawly swarming snapping ignorants*
Roman police officer dress up very formally... speaking of polices... I wonder what the bribing etiquette is like here.
Other than that, most of my days have been spent in the windowless Italian classes. The Italian class is exhausting... every single new word is a new mystery to be chewed upon. But more than that... trying to cope with the hearsays and behavioral pattern of a new set of people is even more confusing.
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