I really like photos of markets, but have never had much luck. People either look at you funny or strike poses, which puts me off a bit. This place was great as everyone just went about their business as if I wasn’t there. I really wanted to center the dome in the background between the two buildings, but there was a post in the way. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t contort myself into a position around the pole that would let me get it centered.
Rome is beautiful, but when you really start to look at your surroundings you realise that everything is rundown… perfectly. I really liked this little alleyway and spent ages standing there waiting for the little gap at the top to turn blue. In the end I gave up and took the photo with white cloud. In the end I don’t think it made that much of a difference.
I was walking past a building that appeared to be under renovations and liked the look of the staircase, so let myself in to take a photo. It was pretty creepy in there. It was quite a bit darker than the photo, lit by the open door, makes it appear. Then, I heard banging and voices upstairs. I didn’t want to have to try to explain what I was doing in there so took this photo as quickly as possible.
It was a chilly morning in Rome, not as cold as London had been, but brisk. The marble that covers Rome was coated in a light dew. I was wearing an old pair of sneakers. The grip on them had been worn down to the point where I was walking on slicks. Rome was treacherous.
I’d slipped, tripped and slid my way around the Pantheon taking photos I thought were pretty good. Then, this guy decided to pull up with a horse and buggy, left it positioned perfectly while he had a coffee nearby, and I realised I’d have to do it all again.
Despite not having a replacement pair, the shoes found their resting place in a Roman trash can later that day.
On my last night in Rome I wound up in an American college bar. I had a couple of beers and then decided I’d rather get up early and take some pictures than stay out as there wasn’t much going on. Apparently, after I left things got pretty interesting.
I was rewarded the next morning by a cold overcast morning, but pushed out onto the streets of Rome for the last time. My hotel was located near the Spanish steps, and walking from there I’d arrive at the top and walk down. On my first night there, I was disappointed to see that the fountain at the bottom was hidden for restoration. I wasn’t sure I could get an interesting photo, but as I walked down the stairs, snapping away, I managed to find this shot, which I’m pretty happy with.
We were making a bit of a mad dash back to Florence for sunset when I stopped to take this picture. Shortly after taking the picture, as we pushed on to Florence, I spotted a deer strolling through the vines of a vineyard near the road. I was shocked, I didn’t even know they had deer in Tuscany. It wasn’t until a half hour after that I realized it probably would have made for a good picture!









