This used to be my brother's apartment. We have this spacious room and bathroom all to ourselves. After a quick rest, we gather for a taxi ride to the Piazza Navona, for a brief orientation walk. We share the cab with Ling and Ray. Manhattan and Boston drivers are polite, milquetoast drivers compared to the aggressive Romans.
Every traffic light is a confrontation.
Every motor scooter or car pulling out of or into a space causes a rapid readjustment of traffic flow. The taxi driver knows his vehicle to the millimeter, and uses every last micron when he needs it. A half dozen near misses and incredible maneuvers later, and we arrive at the piazza. This is where you can find restaurant La Carbonara. It was here that he was assassinated.