Having seen the news yesterday that the Mayor of Rome is complaining about the amount of journalists writing stories on petty crime and pickpockets in his city, I had a touch of melancholy and looked through the photographs of my last trip there.
I was nearly at the end, with a wistful air as I’ve not yet been this year, when I saw this one:
I laughed, but then also remembered how, as people stopped to look at them, I saw two or three people circling around the spectators.
I saw four people “resisting” pickpockets on the train system, and several others having been victim of it.
It’s my favourite city in the entire world, I’ve never been anywhere like it, but, as with all major cities, there are risks.