Things I love in the Summer

This summer I have managed to spend one whole month in Rome.
It's hot, it's very hot, and sometimes I regret being here, but most of the times, I love the fact that I can enjoy the city in this incredible light, and calm, and ride around with my bike and feel like the queen of a deserted city.

Here are the things I love to do:

Get a drink on the roof terrace of the of the Es Hotel or of the Hotel st George

Drive to the beach right after work and catch the sunset in Ostia

Sit in the park in the Colle Oppio and get a coffee at the little stall that is there, while watching dogs splash in the nearby fountain

Go hunting for open markets. The fruit in August is incredible, from the first figs to the perfectly ripe plums and peaches, the last watermelons ..and everything seems to be half price

Enjoy the quietness of the street, certain neighborhoods just simply empty out making excursions to see them a real treat.

Visit museums. Museums and sites ARE open all summer long, and they are free from crowds, so a visit to that place you have been planning to go for ages , but have always postponed because of crowds actually becomes possible in August. Look at Musei D'Estate

Take a bite of Summer!

Sunday food

I love waking up late on a cold sunday morning and slowly starting the day with breakfast and the FT.
This weekend K is visiting, she is as much of a food lover as Mr. R and I..so following the lazy breakfast and the FT reading, we all headed to the Bastille market for a little shopping and a bit of food. We walked back and forth the lovely market, plenty of people planning for their sunday meal and buying accordingly.
We got three different kinds of cheese (one goat, one cow and one sheep), meat roulades (with dried figs and bacon), fruit vegetables, and potatoes for the roast.
As we strolled back, we noticed a small stand selling churros (or chichis).
The seller had an ingenious system figured out of mixing the dough, making into churros, frying the churros (about 14 at a time), picking them up, dipping them into the sugar and selling them.
He ran the shop by himself, in the neatest possible way. Not a drop of oil spilled, not a lump of dough fell on the floor. Nothing looked oily or greasy. Rather crunchy and sugary and churros should be.
Well, we could not resist. We had to get them. 6 chichis for 2 euros was the deal.