Rustic

Stupified from my first trans-Atlantic flight, we made our way to our B&B and then went back out in search for a meal. In the very narrow street behind us, we discovered calzones and pizzas in Rome are not the same as back home, but tasty nonetheless.

During our meal a wizened old man rode up on his bicycle and made his way into the restaurants on the street. He adjusted the chain on his bicycle in order to power the whetstone wheel, wet the stone with his bottled water, started the wheel in motion by pedaling and then began to sharpen the knives. It was at that moment that I fell in love with Roma.