Back in Rome

I have the impression that cities make me shrewish (I didn't know this word. It's a funny one though): cars passing by and never stopping to let you cross, stupid car-drivers who need to honk all the day and night-round, bunch of people who never walk fast enough nor straight enough so you can never overtake them, idiotic pigeons, parks that are closed you don't know why, guys driving 4x4 in narrow alleys, people who never care and put their rubish or their cigarette butt everywhere and above all in the only open parks, or policemen who park their cars wherever they want...
Saturday was a good day though: it was a free-day. Near the Vatican, a parade whith horses and guys wearing stilts, marching band and cheerleader celebrated, in a semi catholic-pagan procession, the arrival of the Three Kings and the Befana, a witch who gives present to good Italian kids and coal to mischievious ones. A band was playing "Ay ay ay ay, canta y no llores".
All of them headed up to the creche situated on Piazza San Pietro.

Sunday, I was walking, daydreaming, when an enourmous BANG! almost blew up my heart. The culprits: two olds, him, a lighter still burning in the hand, her, a smile crossing her face. Firecrackers are loved in this district.
On Piazza del Popolo : did the US signed Kyoto Protocol?

Snaking around...

Rome's antenas: almost a part of the architecture... In Trastevere district, a place I didn't know, but where I'll go back. A guy was playing "Ay ay ay ay, canta y no llores" on his accordion.

Ay, ay, ay, ay, canta y no llores

porque cantando se alegran
cielito lindo los corazones

De la sierra, morena
cielito lindo vienen bajando
un par de ojitos negros
cielito lindo de contrabando

Ay, ay, ay, ay, canta y no llores
porque cantando se alegran
cielito lindo los corazones

ciao

yvan