(This is the post that has been holding me up because I had to finish putting the colour on the motorbike.)
On Saturday I had a chance to meet local Rome resident and fellow Urban Sketcher Kelly Medford. Most generous of Kelly to make the effort to meet me as she had a wedding to go to in the afternoon. So we made it a morning meeting in Trastevere to sketch the local area. Trastevere is just south of the river (Tiber, Tevere, Trastevere), and was not entirely on my radar when I lived in Rome as I was a total Centro Storico girl. I looked out the lounge window and could see the Spanish Steps in the distance looking along Via della Fontanella Borghese and Via Condotti.
So while not entirely a new place for me Trastevere was certainly not an area I knew well. We met in Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere which has a beautiful church. A long walk from our hotel, but we had plenty of time. We did not go into the church however, as a bride arrived and a wedding commenced.
Broni went off to do the Colosseum and the Forum, and Kelly and I went to the back streets to sketch. Kelly kindly lent me her tiny stool and we began to sketch. I started with the cat sitting on the motorbike, semi-abandoned that, as I wanted to sketch the washing slung on a line across the street. Meanwhile heads were coming out of windows upstairs to see what we were doing. Well, as well as sketching we were talking about the Urban Sketchers recent symposium in Barcelona which Kelly attended and I did not. But I was on my way to Barcelona in only a couple of days, so plenty to talk about there.
Sketching done, Kelly and I walked back to the main road together. She hopped on a tram and I walked back towards the hotel. But first I walked to the Jewish ghetto and had a look around there for old times sake. We used to go there from time to time back in the day as it had a lovely villagey feel, and people used to walk around eating delicious cakes from pieces of paper (including us). Then as I was so close I walked to Piazza Venezia and around through the back streets ending up at our favourite bar(restaurant) in Piazza Maddalena. Less than five minutes later, quite by chance, Broni arrived.
By this time our feet were feeling ragged (and still do) so that evening we had takeaway and a drink in our room.