|Our last morning together we drove Walt and Honoree|
over to the Navy Supply Base to pick up their rental car.
|Our great friends, Carlo on the left and Charlotte on the|
|The living room in their new apartment in Rome|
|We had a wonderful dinner with them at home|
We had such an amazing time with our good buddies Walt and Honoree. It was hard to say good bye. But they were headed south to Sicily and we north to Paris. Our first stop was to visit old friends Carlo and Charlotte in Rome. Charlotte was my best friend growing up and lived almost next door to me. She did a semester abroad in Italy and fell in love, with the language and people. She and Carlo are Opera singers, soprano and tenor. She also teaches English, writes sub titles for movies, and tutors. He is now a Professor. When I received an early retirement from Verizon 16 years ago I took our two youngest sons to Italy for the summer. We rented an apartment in Rome and on the beach nearby. It was a magical time.
So we decided early we wouldn't spend much time in Rome but of course stopped to visit them. They took us out to lunch at Nino's near their old apartment in Via Merulana. It's a fantastic place and if you're going with them, Nino's a great friend, the food never stops coming. Carlo always thinks of one more dish you must try. I'll try to list as many as I can remember now, all on separate plates!; fresh mozzerella, parmigiana, cured swordfish, seafood salad, bruschetta, prosciutto, baby artichokes, roasted peppers, grilled prawns, fried calamari, whole baked fish, artichoke raviolis in brown sage butter, orecchiette and broccoli rabe, eggplant parmesano Neapolitan type pastries, coffee and liquors. There was more, but I can't recall everything. We pigged out, totally. The food was fabulous.
We did some walking that afternoon and in the evening Carlo cooked us a "light" meal at home. They have moved to a lovely new apartment since we last saw them with balconies overlooking a park. After coffee and pastries at a local cafe the next morning we had to continue north, sorry we had such a short visit.
|Enticing doorways beckoned as we walked|
down the shop lined main street, the Roman
|Piazza Cavour and the 19th Century Teatro Municipale|
with a computer run fountain and outside living room.
|This little dragonet guarded the edge of|
|On the north side of Via Emilia are the broad tree lined|
streets of the modern city
|It was definitely fall in the city and we were glad for our|
|Colorful flags hung above the streets. This|
is the city where the tricolor flag of Italy was
|Even though it was a bit chilly people were|
still enjoying sitting outside for drinks or
|As the natural light faded the city lights and the color|
of the buildings created a warm glow everywhere.
|The Duomo in Piazza Prampolini with it's unusual single|
|Down the arcaded street we could see a bustling market|
|The Baroque church of San Giorgio AND a bustling market|
|Our hotel gave us a recommendation to this wonderful|
shop where we bought Parmesano Reggiano and 5 year
aged Balsamic vinegar. They gave us lots of tastes too.
|As the night darkened beautiful entries beckoned|
|The next morning as we left we loved the two bridges|
just out of town
|They were symphonies of design and we're sorry that we|
couldn't stop and take better pictures as we were on a
|And it was a damp, dark morning.|
On the advice of our hostess at our small hotel, Albergo Morandi, we ate at Ristorante Canossa and had a great evening. This is the last of the local specialty places still right in town. The pastas are homemade and I had pumpkin ravioli with brown butter. Then you are served a variety of roasted and boiled meats from a trolley that comes to your table. You can choose your own selection and it comes with 3 types of sauces and wonderful mashed potatoes. Lambrusco is the local wine here and although it is sparkling and served cold, it isn't the sweet cloying variety made in the U.S. After dinner we walked back over to the Piazza Cavour and listened to the concert for awhile. It was "People Against the Mafia". Who isn't?
|The fall colors in Courmayeur rivaled those in New England|
|The architecture has turned "Swiss Chalet"|
|The town was almost deserted. It was a Sunday and of|
course, totally off season. Notice the reindeer hanging
from the early Christmas decorations
|Tantalizing glimpses of distant snow covered peaks appeared|