I have been eating:
- excellent, very simple pizza at the rather famous Pizzeria dei Marmi (known as the Morgue for its Spartan interior and marble tables) on Viale Trastevere, where the menu is basic and short but always reliable, and the home-made supplì are absolutely out of this world.
- a beautiful piece of grilled swordfish, dressed very simply with olive oil and lemon juice, with some spinach and some fried courgettes on the side, for the bargain price of €12.50 INCLUDING wine
- home made bruschetta and steak both cooked alle brace over an open fire in someone's tiny country cottage
- wine, obviously. mostly cheap and cheerful.
- beer, obviously. cheerful but not very cheap.
- Negroni, (campari rosso, gin & tanqueray) which is our 'house' cocktail...
- grappa, obviously. an excellent and moderately priced grappa di moscato. Yum.
- Raphael's wonderful La Fornarina (c. 1518). God she's beautiful, no wonder he kept slacking off work on the Villa Farnesina. She also looks like a sassy piece, the direct way she gazes at the viewer, the ambiguity as to whether she's trying to cover herself up or uncover herself... [This may be the first tits-out picture on my blog, too.]
- Caravaggio's Judith and Holofernes. This is such a frequently painted story, and frequently an excuse to combine gore and toplessness in one easy stroke. Sex + violence = obviosuly irresistable. Throw in the religious justification and it's what I believe our American cousins call a no-brainer.
There are plenty of other great things in the Barberini galleries but I'll leave it that for now. I'm not going to detail the laundry, the sex or the translation either.
Anyway all I want to do now is sleep. For about a year. Instead I'm going to do another few hours' translation I think.