It always amazes me how quiet the streets become when it begins to rain. People dart for shelter or waste hours of their time holed up in a hotel room. I, on the other hand, don’t mind at all when it rains. It means that the streets are deserted and, in such a tourist saturated city such as Rome, this is a rare luxury. Sunday week ago, I spent the morning wandering around the gloriously empty city. What an unexpected treat!
I had the Spanish Steps all to myself. Can you believe it?
Rainy days are never something to shy away from. In Paris over Christmas, I experienced a similar thing, wandering around the beautiful Le Marais neighbourhood early in the rainy morning with not a soul for company. Empty streets in Paris? Over Christmas? Surely that’s unheard of! Deserted lanes in Rome? In summer? Impossible! I think I might do a few little rain dances before my next trip away. What do you think?