Desperately seeking Piazza Venezia in Piazza Grazioli

 Monday 7th August 2023

Good news! we both survived the night. It turned out to be quite a comfortable bed even with pain and anger as bedfellows.

The room

We are staying at the Piazza Venezia Grand Suites in Piazza Graziola. Hard for our taxi        driver and us to find because it is not a hotel but apartments. 

                Mia colpa, mia colpa, mia colpa.

Paul thought i was trying to get a good price but i am just not good at booking hotels.  I was    seduced by promise of a lift (the ittiest bittiest lift you have ever seen),  bar fridge (not bad    but hard to find), air conditioning (great), free WiFi and large tv.  But it is a tiny room  in a not so great  part of Rome and not easy to get into as no staff after 8pm at night. (and no gym!)

However we had a lovely surprise this morning when 2 lovely asian ladies served us            breakfast from  a funny little room outside our room. A sort of hallway which maybe                services a     couple of other rooms. Great coffee with lots of gluten free options.  They            were also able to     arrange a taxi for tomorrow to take us to the airport from where we will    pick up our rent a car. Phew.

Feeling much better, at least emotionally if not physically, we went for a walk after breakfast. I had a map so i would not get lost unlike others who chose not to use a map.

Horrible cobble stones all around us and most of the way to the Trevi fountain. But it was beautiful once we got there:

Other interesting buildings on the way:

You can just see the Colosseum through the trees and cars.

And then on to the Pantheon where we had lunch at a lovely ristorante. More and more people everywhere. Bloody tourists!

And great pizza (gluten free).  Two other cafes had not had gluten free which is interesting.

 And no i did not drink a glass of wine, barely half as apparently not good for me??

Would you believe we had dinner at an Irish pub? Irish pizza and pasta in Rome.

Perhaps a metaphor for Paul and me.

On the way back to our little hidey hole, Paul took some photos of our apartment's green entry door

the really dangerous cobble stones outside the 'hotel'

This is the building across the piazza from ours. It looks better than ours.

I will never book another hotel again after my Stockholm disaster and now this. 

We are in agreement.