Almost every day, I walk down the best street in the whole wide world to pick up some cigs and/or a tramezzino, which is a triangle-cut white bread sandwich half with no crusts filled with a slice of prosciutto and formaggio, or artichoke and hot dog, or salami and hard boiled egg, or mushroom and cicoria. They may sound weird, but they’re good. They’re the perfect little snack.
At any rate, this walk I take is always a joy. I will never, ever tire of it, not even as the traffic on this once-quiet street increases as more drivers find it takes them away from congested via Casilina. I love every inch of it, and I have finally remembered to take my camera with me so I can capture all the little details that endear it to me so. Will you join me after the jump, for a morning walk to the bar at the end of the world?
This is across from the house, the wall to an elevated mini-campo of lemon trees, rose bushes, olive trees and various other flora and fauna, including two dogs that protect it and bark incessantly at car alarms and loud motorini.
How excellent and ghetto is this? They’ve gutted a building and are refurbishing it. If my dream house falls through, this is my backup. Again, no real plan or information other than my fervent wishes.
And finally, we reach the bar at the end of the world (thanks Jer for the pic!) It’s mostly visited by me, Marco, and about two dozen artisans and construction workers who work nearby. As you would guess, it’s run by an ancient couple who make all the food they serve, and who are unfailingly gracious and kind.
Thanks for walking with me! Breakfast is on me – what are you having?