“My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.” – Gladiator (2000)
It was about a one hundred and fifty mile drive to Rome which took just over three hours and with a full day to pack in the coach picked us up before breakfast so we collected food parcels and set of for the Italian capital, which is the third most visited European city after London and Paris.
The coach took the road towards Naples and then swung around the base of Vesuvius and picked up the A1 Autostrada that runs all the way from Naples to Rome and beyond that to Milan.
It was still early morning as we carved through the flat agricultural landscape of Campania, past the vineyards, the olive groves and the citrus orchards and on towards the region of Lazio in central Italy. Somewhere north of Naples the motorway picked up the route of the Roman road, the Appian Way and as we might have expected the road simply rolled out in a long strait Roman line. We passed the city of Capua that once had the second largest Roman amphitheatre before it was demolished by invading armies, it was where Spartacus fought as a gladiator and where he was eventually crucified nearby after leading his insurrection of the slaves.
The road continued over the Pontine Marshes that were once a dreadful place until they were drained and reclaimed by Mussolini (he wasn’t an altogether bad guy) and then the route became less monotonous as we reached the Alban Hills and then began our final approach into Rome where we arrived in the mid morning as the sun was shining and the city was beginning to heat up.
The coach dropped us off near the site of the ancient city and I was immediately overawed by my first sight of the Colosseum. I had studied history for the last six years but this was the first time that I had visited any of the exciting places that I had delighted in reading about.
Our first stop in Rome was the Amphithaetre itself which, two thousand years before, had been the largest ever built in the Roman Empire and was capable of seating sixty-thousand spectators at gladiatorial combat events. I was stunned by the size and magnificence of the place and even though there are substantial parts of it now missing I found the scale of the place simply breathtaking.
And because there were so many things to see so was the pace of our sightseeing and after the Colosseum we passed by the Augustus Arch and joined an official city guide who took us through the south entrance and into the old Roman Forum and walked on old Roman roads past the spot of Julius Ceaser’s murder and the sites of the Senate and other civic buildings. To the west was the Palace of Augustus and over the Via Dei Fori Imperialli to the east was Trajan’s Market and the column in his memory and after an hour or so we left the Forum by the north entrance after passing through the Arch of Constantine.
In just a little over sixty minutes we had covered about a thousand years of history and as we passed by the Victor Emmanuelle National Monument erected to commemorate the nineteenth century unification of Italy we walked along Via Del Corso and into the areas that were predominantly Renaissance and Baroque in architectural character.
Rome was one of the few major European cities that escaped World-War-Two relatively unscathed and so most of the buildings and monuments are completely original. We visited the Spanish Steps and saw the house where the Romantic poet John Keats lived and died and then the famous Trevi Fountain where thirty years ago people were still allowed to sit on the monument and cool their feet off in the water but that has been stopped now.
There is a tradition of throwing three coins in the fountain guarantees that you will return one day to Rome so we did this and it must work because I went back in 2003 and then again in 2004. These days’ tourists with a desire to return to the Eternal City deposit an average of €3,000 a day in the fountain and this is collected up every night and is used to fund social projects for the poor of the city. That’s probably why people aren’t allowed to paddle in it anymore!
We visited the Pantheon, which is one of the best preserved ancient Roman buildings, originally built as a pagan temple but later converted into a Christian Church and is the burial place of the ex kings of Italy and other important Italians.
Next it was the Baroque Piazza Navona and it was all becoming a bit overwhelming. I liked all of these sights but I was intrigued by something much more mundane. All of the manhole covers displayed the Roman symbol SPQR which, I learned later, is the motto of the city and appears in the city’s coat of arms, as well as on many of the civic buildings. SPQR comes from the Latin phrase, Senātus Populusque Rōmānus (The Senate and the People of Rome), referring to the government of the ancient Republic. It appeared on coins, at the end of public documents, in dedications of monuments and public works, and was the symbol on the standards of the Roman legions.
By mid afternoon when we crossed the River Tiber over the Ponte Vittorio Emanuele II we had completed the ancient, the medieval, and the modern and now it was time to do the religious. Rome is the most important holy city in Christendom and St Peter’s Basilica at the heart of the Vatican City is the headquarters of the Catholic Church. A Basilica by the way is a sort of double Cathedral because it has two naves.
We walked past the Castel Sant’Angelo and into the busy square outside the Basilica where a long queue of people snaked forever around the perimeter waiting for their turn to go inside. We joined the back of it and were pleased to find that it moved quite quickly towards the main doors and soon we were inside the biggest and the widest and the tallest church in the World that has room for sixty-thousand worshippers at one sitting. It was busy inside but not uncomfortable and we soaked up the information from the guide’s commentary as we passed by chapels with precious holy relics, the tombs of dead Popes and rooms with glass cases full of priceless religious artifacts.
After the tour was finished we paid for an optional extra and took the stairs to the top of the dome which involved an awful lot of stairs and a tight squeeze at the very top but we were rewarded with fantastic views across the city all the way back to the Colosseum.
After a final look around the outside of the Basilica we concluded that we were unlikely to see Pope Paul VI today, most likely because at seventy-nine years old he probably liked a lie down in the afternoon, so we left St Peter’s to return to the coach. Before leaving the city the driver did a whistle stop drive around some of the sights that we had missed earlier in the day including the window where the dictator Mussolini used to make his animated speeches from.
We had been in the city for about eight hours which was a long day but simply not long enough to see everything that we wanted to and I knew that one day I would come back (good job I threw those coins in the fountain) and spend more time there but I had to wait nearly thirty years before I achieved that ambition.
On the way back, shortly out of the city, we stopped at a pasta restaurant for early evening meal of authentic pizza and jugs of cheap Italian wine. We didn’t arrive back until very late so this was the first time in twelve days that we missed the ice cream at the café over the road but I did finish with a beer on the balcony as we reflected on another excellent day.
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Rome will always be in my top 5 cities. Did you notice much of a difference between your 1976 and 2003 trips there, other than the Trevi fountain rules?
There were more off-limit areas in the forum so you couldn’t wander around quite as freely and there were barriers inside the Colosseum to stop people falling over the walls and into the arena. Apart from that apart from a different Pope most things were much the same!
Top Five – yes, I probably agree!
Forgot to mention – Thanks to your tips on travel writing I had a small piece printed in the Daily Telegraph last week. Thanks!
Good stuff – will we be seeing it in the Scrapbook Project? What was it, and I hope you got paid for it!
Hey, you wrote about a place where I have been. It is a super cool city. When we returned, my high school Latin teacher made me give a presentation about it.
With so much history you must have had enough material for the presentation.
Of course with our fall trip to Italy I read this post with much interest Andrew. Thank you again for the suggestions on what we might cram in during our short time in Rome.
Just concentrate on fitness and like me getting into peak physical condition so that you can cope with the walking!
Here’s hoping all that cycling training will get me ready for the walking 🙂
Thanks for the SPQR info: the history geek in me loves that kind of detail. The post reminded me about all the things I loved about Rome and that it’s been 20 years since I’ve been. Must start planning another trip.
You really need to go to Rome several times I think!
Reading this post was so interesting after our 10 day trip to Rome last fall. I got to relive our experience through your post. Although I had been to Italy twice before, this was my first time to Rome and I fell in love with the city and the country.
Thanks for the great memories! There wasn’t anything about this great city I didn’t absolutely love!
It has to be one of the best cities in Europe!
Is that a photo of you rocking the sixties/seventies look? 🙂 Great “Gladiator” intro to Rome. The city should think about putting that on loudspeaker as visitors enter through the ancient gates of the Forum.
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It sounded like an exhausting but rewarding day. Not been since 2003 and would like to go back.
I found Rome to be one of the most expensive cities that I have ever visited!
There was a story a while back about a family of 4 who bought ice-cream at bottom of Spanish Steps and we charged €60!
I can believe it. Thankfully we were staying twenty miles out of Rome, just a train ride away and that was a lot cheaper!
Enjoyed your post, Andrew. It took me right back there. Handsome photo by the way, of both you and your dad! –Curt
That is how I choose to remember him Curt. In that fortnight he became more than just my dad but a pal as well.
Like my father when he came to visit me once when I was out camping on a remote lake away from civilization and brought steaks. 🙂
Goodness you had stamina in those days. I’m exhausted just reading about your day!
It had to be done!
An enjoyable read, Andrew. I have yet to ‘conquer’ Rome, and I often wonder how that can be.
Still on your ‘to do list’ then!
More good history
Thank you Derrick.
Handsome young dude at the end there. Who could he be?
Back in the day!
Thank for your post! We will go to Italy next month. Can’t wait!