Travel Food - Rome: Breakfast at Ciampini (Colazione a Ciampini)
Returning to Rome after several weeks away, I parked the car in an underground garage, took the stairs going up and found myself utterly alone in the relative green quiet of Villa Borghese park. Weekday mornings in late winter you can literally stroll around there in complete solitude, except for a maybe a cat or two sunning itself on a picnic table. Sure, your can hear the rumble of cars passing by beyond some trees on via Muro Torto, ('Crooked Wall' street. No kidding,) but the city seems far away, the air seems cleaner, and it's hard to believe that you're a 15 minute walk from all the tourists, traffic, noisy remodeling, priests, politicians and politician's, er, 'female (and male) friends' that dominate the old town. The trail I was on veered left between some bushes. Once through the bushes, on my left, two horses were grazing. Though I said 'ciao' fairly loudly the nearer horse apparently didn't hear my voice or footsteps until I was on...
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