La dolce vita

...for the next few days at least.

It wasn't too sweet at 3.30am at Edinburgh airport as we waited for the airport to switch itself on before we could check in our luggage. What sort of time is 6.25 am to fly anywhere. It seems Edinburgh isn't as international as it would like to think it is, particularly if you are trying to get a direct flight from there to Rome. I suppose it did give us the rest of the day to catch up on all the missed sleep.

The main image of Mrs Rex standing in front of the Casa Del Cinema is quite appropriate as we were to spend most of next few days walking miles round the centre of the city in a perpetual hunt for bottled water, a seat in the shade and another historic building to visit.

The extra photos are of pine trees in the Villa Borghese which we passed on the way to the Spanish Steps where this strangely dressed group were waiting. Perhaps they were on a Keats/Shelly 19th century treasure hunt. Meanwhile, halfway up the steps, a young man got down on one knee and proposed to his girfriend. Fortunately for everyone who witnessed it she accepted. I think that's being romantic, or so I was told at the time by Mrs Rex. I missed it as I was busy photographing 19th century fantasists at the time.

The third photograph is not Kojak, but is in fact Ibra, known to his colleagues as the mad Egyptian. He managed to persuade me to part with some money in exchange for some food in a restaurant on the Via Vittorio Veneto. He must be very good at his job if he managed to do that.

Monday's adventures to follow. I'm pretty sure sore feet play a large part in the day's events...