The forecast was for rain for the long Thanksgiving weekend, but each day, we had mist and then sun. That was a nice turn of events, because we had lots of touring of Rome to do with our visitors. Yesterday morning, I had to swear to everyone that I didn’t plan it this way, but en route to Piazza Navona and the Pantheon, we ended up walking by both Antica Caciari (where we bought fresh ricotta, fresh pesto, and fresh sausages) and Roscioli, my favorite forno (where we bought fig bread, hearty bread for dinner, and a torta di mele—apple cake—the last of which I’ve been wanting to buy since I first laid eyes on it).
Some other observations…
Sorry, this is gross and unappetizing, but interesting. Don’t park where the starlings roost:
What would beauty be without shit?
Now, though, let’s turn to beauty.
Lion and pinecone: fierce, lordly, evergreen; pignoli, carne, regeneration, peace, power, teeth, needles, mane, shade.
Giant Bernini-designed river god, at ease in his musculature, reclining in the center of Piazza Navona:
The oculus:
Another, humbler, dome:
Mmmm… so moist and appley.
The Roving Locavore 
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