Washed our clothes in our own little washing machine and hung them to dry on the pulley line outside our window. Then, kaboom, the bracket pulled off the building wall and the line started cascading to the ground. We hurried to the laundromat so we could put the clothes in a dryer because we needed to meet Maryse and Jean at their hotel at 10:00.
We snuck out while the clothes were drying to buy a few pastries at Barbarino's pasticceria and some meat and cheese from Volpetti's. Ate a hurried breakfast as we were on schedule to be late to meet Maryse and Jean. Walked the three-quarter mile hike down Via Marmarotta to the Pyramide station only to find the doors locked. We were informed that the subway workers were on strike for the day. Started walking all the way back, but it was already ten o'clock. We tried to flag a taxi, but unfortunately trying to get a taxi during a subway strike is a little difficult. We were almost ready to give up when we finally flagged a taxi that was unoccupied. We had an exhilarating ride through the chaotic streets of Rome!
The sidewalks were crowded as walking became the main form of transportation. Our group of six walked to St. Peter in Chains church to see Michelangelo's Moses. His beard was very impressive. We elbowed our way through the tour groups to take a few pictures.
We took a guided tour through the underground of the Coliseum. Learned about gladiators fighting each other and savage animals. Executions were the mid-day entertainment. Marveled at the architectural genius of the Romans over 2000 years ago. Walked to the Roman Forum outside of the Coliseum but, without a tour guide, we couldn't tell Titan's arch from Septimus Severus'. It was like trying to look for an address in a demolished city. My feet were in pain and Maryse and I needed a coffee. We walked to The Artemide and had a caffé latte and wonderful conversation with our friends on the rooftop restaurant. We found out that the subway workers were going to work a few hours and then strike again at eight o'clock. As it was almost 7:30, Maryse and Jean walked us to the subway station as they are leaving tomorrow. We didn't say good-bye but rather, à bientôt. Then we joined the rest of the world trying to cram themselves into a subway car before they halted the train.
We went to Remo's, the best pizzeria around our corner. The waiters are so entertaining and they encourage us to watch them make the pizzas and put them with their long paddles into the blazing oven. Had a carafe of wine and it's definitely time to say à bientôt once again!