I love to walk with my Contessa down by the Tiber River. Chestnut trees line part of its course and only the spring leaves emerge a small dog can almost smell the new green. The river is low now. It hasn’t rained for a few days. The walkways that line the river’s edge are visible. Here and there, a few homeless make camp on the borders. But it is a dangerous thing to do. In just an hour the water can rise if it’s raining somewhere upstream. What makes a dry, convenient home for the night may be under water come morning.
We had just such a thing happen last December. The bridges were closed for a while, and those waiting to cross took refuge in bars for more than just a quick cappucino.
Note the two views of the Ponte Sisto:
The flood came with damage, and all sorts of interesting things left behind by the high-water
Oh, to be taller than a small dog.
Chow.