Where: Rome, Italy
When: May 10, 2015
With: Mom, Bobby, & Ashley
While the Spanish Steps weren't necessarily CLOSED because of the snow the first time I was in Rome, they also weren't particularly inviting to climb. In fact, this looked like a disaster waiting to happen, and if you slipped, it'd be a lonnggg wayyyy downnn.
This time in Rome, the scene around the steps was quite different. Tourists mobbed the bottom of the steps taking photos and as well as the steps themselves.
When: May 10, 2015
With: Mom, Bobby, & Ashley
While the Spanish Steps weren't necessarily CLOSED because of the snow the first time I was in Rome, they also weren't particularly inviting to climb. In fact, this looked like a disaster waiting to happen, and if you slipped, it'd be a lonnggg wayyyy downnn.
This time in Rome, the scene around the steps was quite different. Tourists mobbed the bottom of the steps taking photos and as well as the steps themselves.
The steps were built in the early 1700s as a way to connect the Piazza below to the church at the top (currently covered in scaffolding).
Ready to climb. It's a bit of challenge getting up these steps, and not because there are 135 of them. Flowers line the sides, tourists eat gelato in the middle and peddlers push bouquets of roses and/or selfie sticks at you the whole way up. This detracts from what you WANT to do: stare up at the scene ahead, or back at the dwindling square and emerging Roman skyline.
Once at the top though, pushing through the artists and fake handbag salesman, we found a quiet spot with a nice, sunny view of the skyline. And a slight view of the mayhem below us.
Perhaps not the romantic Roman Holiday experience with the steps, but an experience nonetheless.
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