Not so with the seagulls, who make different noises depending on the time of day. Mid-day is their baby time. At night they turn into wild animals, and the morning they sound like actual birds. Together with the Italian chiacchiarare (chatting), Vespa buzzing, and near motor/pedestrian collisions, my little piazza is quite a symphony. Probably in 3 weeks that will change in my estimation to cacophony.
Other animals: I saw out of the corner of my eye a little lizard sunning himself, right after climbing these steps:
Until a rat sighting, I was telling myself that Rome had only seagulls, lizards, and cats. Oh yes, the cats of Rome are famous, enough to have a movie about them available on Netflix. Not that I can't get Netflix here: no, tried that last night and got a very nice message that due to licensing restrictions I can't use Instawatch (my name for internet viewing) outside the 50 states. No matter, Eclipse and a bunch of old films with expired copyrights will keep me busy.
ANYWAY. The cats. There is one who guards the door, if you can call lying on top of a tiny 4-wheel-drive all day guarding. When he's not on top of the vehicle he's on the ground near it.
This is not an animal but it's a funny picture I took at the Tempietto. I couldn't help taking this one by means of reaching through the heavy iron gate barring the way to San Pietro's tomb on the spot where he was supposedly martyred and snapping a picture of what turns out to be a possessed looking cherub. Those Renaissance architects had some sense of humor.
I'm getting hungry but here is one more of me eating fava beans, little creatures themselves, on the Passeggiatta del Gianocolo. I love me some fava beans, especially when they're the closest thing I had to lunch. Big plate of pasta, here I come!
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