The Via dei Condotti is a street of expensive tastes, hosting a who’s who of high end retailers like Cartier and Burberry. Right after this photo was taken, a thunder cloud rolled in, the skies opened and it poured rain for ten minutes. We ran towards the Spanish Steps and the taxi stand in the piazza, me frantically wrapping my camera under my wet shirt in a feeble attempt to protect it from the water. When I got to the street corner I ducked into the Christian Dior entryway to look back and see where Sally and Ian were. They were 50 feet behind me, frantically haggling with a street vendor for a couple of cheap umbrellas. I don’t think I was in that doorway one minute before the store clerk came out to remind me that I just could not stand there. Luckily, Sally and Ian came along just then and I stepped away without acknowledging the man’s existence. In fact, I think I might have crop dusted a bit, my lunch of pasta fagioli had begun letting its presence be known.
takes me back – great memories!