Cliff and I planned three nights in Rome at the end of the trip since we were flying home from the Rome airport. We thought we might be worn out by the time we got there. We weren’t! We loved Rome!
And I found great doors at our first Roman cafe. We sipped wine as we faced the Pantheon.
The ladies room is at the top of the post. His below:
I wondered if we’d find red-checked tablecloths in Italy, and we did.
Loved our room. Red certainly seems to be the color of Rome.
We took an official tour of the Colosseum
Where I found this kitty pondering life in ancient times.
Loved the Forum. I had no idea it covered such a large area. Acres of old, old, old buildings.
Now for some more bathroom signs. I bumped into this lady at the Ristorante Il Mirragio
And this hand-painted sign pointing the way.
This photo is a bit hard to decipher, but this door leads to the ladies room at the Vatican.
I loved seeing the Vatican. Definitely a bucket list experience. The map room is gorgeous.
And I was mesmerized by St. Peter’s Basilica.
As a child in 1965, I saw the Pieta at the New York World’s Fair. What joy to see her again, in her own home.
Photography is forbidden in the Sistine Ceiling. We were given serious warnings, so I didn’t dare.
We don’t see many nuns in North Carolina, but you do at the Vatican. Loved this shot of a nun on her cell phone. The times they have changed. Sister Power!
Here’s the bathroom door at the Ristorante L’Arcano. I’m not exactly sure what the sign below means.
And I’m not sure where I found this one:
Or this one:
This elegantly dressed lady lives on the door of the Trattoria Romano
Where we got delicious pizza. I never tired of the pasta. Cliff never tired of the pizza.
On our last night in Rome, we toasted the trip with bubbly.
From antipasto to dessert, we went overboard at that last supper.
Loved our table under the stars.
I snapped my final ladies room door of the trip at the airport. Not sure what the green spongy stuff is supposed to represent.
And these sinks were way cool. You just touched the symbol for water, soap, or air.
My Pinocchio now lives on my kitchen shelf, and reminds me of a wonderful vacation.
2 thoughts on “The Ladies Room Doors of Italy: Part Three”
thanks for sharing your marvelous trip!
Love it! What a great trip. I do enjoy a vicarious experience.