We set out shortly after nine am for the Testaccio market, a five minute walk from our door. Although the food stalls were in full swing, shoppers were few and far between. What to do but sit down and drink cappuccino and wonder, “Where is everyone? Hung over? Still on vacation? At the beach?” Eric didn’t even take any photos. “Dead boring!”, he says.
None-the less, we need food at home, so we shopped up a storm at one stand in particular: crostata (blueberry tart), taralli al finochio, focaccia sticks with olives and a few pizzetti. Oh, and two arancini but we ate those before I took this picture.
Our big adventure for the day was to buy two used bikes. We crossed over the Tiber and went to the Porta Portese, otherwise known as the Thieves’ Market. The area is full of bike and motorbike shops, and on Sunday mornings hosts a large street market.
We wanted used bikes, both to safe money but also to avoid attracting thieves. We checked out every store on the strip and finally at the last shop, Manzo Cicli, we found two beaten up bikes that will suit us just fine. Phew!
None-the less, we need food at home, so we shopped up a storm at one stand in particular: crostata (blueberry tart), taralli al finochio, focaccia sticks with olives and a few pizzetti. Oh, and two arancini but we ate those before I took this picture.
Our big adventure for the day was to buy two used bikes. We crossed over the Tiber and went to the Porta Portese, otherwise known as the Thieves’ Market. The area is full of bike and motorbike shops, and on Sunday mornings hosts a large street market.
We wanted used bikes, both to safe money but also to avoid attracting thieves. We checked out every store on the strip and finally at the last shop, Manzo Cicli, we found two beaten up bikes that will suit us just fine. Phew!
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