To market, to market...
This is the Testaccio covered market. It takes
up a full city block and consists of vendors selling fresh fruit, vegetables, meats,
seafood, flowers, and a few other items I haven't yet identified. Giulia, my landlord and
'sponsor', took and introduced me to all of her favorite vendors. They've since treated me
like a 'regular'. Sometimes we're given signs that we're in the right place -- here are
two streets that border the Testaccio market:
Typographers will understand!
Yes, that's a pyramid!. It's the Pyramid of
Cestius, a minor Roman official of the 1st century B.C. who wished to be immortalized in
the manner of the Pharaohs. This eccentric object serves as a useful landmark, and has
given the local metro stop its name -- Piramide. The British poets Keats and Shelly are
buried in the adjacent Protestant Cemetery.
There's a lovely park in the other direction
from the Pyramid, in which this retro-looking cafe sits. I took the picture to document
the signage, which really ought to be made into a typeface...
Standing sentry at the other end of the park
and the Viale di Piramide Cestia is this equestrian monument to Giorgio Castriofa
Scanderbeg. I thought I deciphered the word 'crusader' on its inscription, but a cab
driver told me it was a tribute to the Swiss Guard's long service to the Papacy.
[To see a map of my neighborhhod, click here.]