We went to the Roma store to buy tickets for tomorrows soccer game at Stadio Olympico. Mussolini, yes the Nazi, built this stadium and then put a statue of himself overlooking it; so I've heard. The games here are supposed to be insane. Fires in the crowds and glass bottles being tossed - the only way to avoid being mistaken for a visiting fan is to purchase a Roma scarf. I can't afford health insurance in the states but in Italy, the scarves were on sale for 8 Euro.

The Spanish steps are near a subway stop we frequently use. Me being an American with a digital camera, I snap a photo of them every time I walk by. Japanese tourists have always been way ahead of their time; Notice how they're all now using video cameras? Stupid Americans.

I only came out to go to the Pantheon. It just so happens that situated between it and the Spanish steps sits Via Del Corso. Pradda, Gucci, Armani. It amazes me how these names mean nothing to me and yet instill absolute awe in the women who flock around them. This crowd is not uncommon.

A few hours later... The pantheon.

I thought I was sick of all the yellows I've been seeing in the photos until I saw the blues.

Fountain detail outside of Pantheon.

Interior of the Pantheon. Unlike any other church, the Pantheon sports a giant hole in the middle of it's dome. No glass... pending weather, water pours right through.

Piazza Novona. The fountains sculptor had something against the church's architect, so he made all his figures cringe in disgust... something like that.

Another fountain in the Piazza Novona.

Although not depicted, stray cats were everywhere, trying to rub up on shoppers and otherwise just cruising around these ancient ruins.

Not only did we buy and build this puzzle; but it's of an ancient Roma map. If this is what Friday nights at 25 are like, what will 30 have in store?