Just across Piazza Sonnino, where my apartment was located, happened to be a Japanese restaurant. And I'm the kind of weird person who was going to eat there instead of any of the multitude of Italian restaurants in the area. I ordered some seafood yaki udon and salmon onigiri. You know, the two dishes that Italy are famous for.
After the meal, I just walked around with no exact plan. As if the rest of my walking up to that point was any different.
I have to say that wandering through the narrow alleyways was everything I had hoped Italy would be. While standing in place to take long exposure shots, I could just hear the sound of shoes on cobblestone and someone playing guitar in an unknown square somewhere nearby. Only broken up occasionally by the puttering of a moped weaving through crowds semi-quietly enjoying their respective evenings.
Part of me thinks that would have been the perfect time to indulge in some authentic Italian cuisine. On the other hand, have you had yaki udon? That shit's good.
Only two days left. Nowhere near the time I'd need to do everything is love to do. But just enough time to do what I did.
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