Hanging round, Saint Mark’s by ourselves…
It’s easy to be a saint in the city.
It started out like any other adventure, but as we entered the annals of Catholicism, searching for answers in need of questions, we ended up discovering a compendium of unfathomable horrors.
We began our trek to the Pantheon from Piazza Venezia. By now we had decided to walk everywhere because we had heard all the horror stories about taxi cab ripoffs in Rome.
If anybody tells you the Sacred Road is not touristy or crowded, assume they recently smoked an entire pound of crack cocaine and their perception of reality is not to be trusted.