Pier Paolo Pasolini al "Monte dei Cocci" a Testaccio - Roma
La croce è a ricordo dell'antica tradizione della Via Crucis del 1700 che terminava a Monte Testaccio.
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Pier Paolo Pasolini al "Monte dei Cocci" a Testaccio - Roma
La croce è a ricordo dell'antica tradizione della Via Crucis del 1700 che terminava a Monte Testaccio.
Foto Paolo Di Paolo
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Monte Testaccio, Rome.
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KETUMBAR, il gusto all’ombra della storia
KETUMBAR, il gusto all’ombra della storia
Entri e ti accorgi che il locale è letteralmente incastonato nel Monte Testaccio, quella famosa collinetta romana alta più di cinquanta metri e larga grosso modo un chilometro: una specie di discarica storica delle anfore olearie (e non solo) usate nell’Urbe che, dopo essere state utilizzate, venivano ridotte in pezzi, i cocci appunto, accumulatisi poi nel tempo fino a formare una montagnola.
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KETUMBAR, il gusto all’ombra della storia
KETUMBAR, il gusto all’ombra della storia
Entri e ti accorgi che il locale è letteralmente incastonato nel Monte Testaccio, quella famosa collinetta romana alta più di cinquanta metri e larga grosso modo un chilometro: una specie di discarica storica delle anfore olearie (e non solo) usate nell’Urbe che, dopo essere state utilizzate, venivano ridotte in pezzi, i cocci appunto, accumulatisi poi nel tempo fino a formare una montagnola.
Il…
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Day 13/15
9th April 2016
Our penultimate day was our last full day in the city of Rome before Ostia tomorrow, which meant that anything we had missed, or wanted to see that was based in the city, had to be done today.
The original plan for the day was a visit to San Clemente (once a Mithraeum, now a church), then onto the Palazzo Valentini (an underground Roman site), the National Museum, a late lunch in the Park of the Aqueducts, and then watching the sunset from the Gianicolo Hill. However, with group members discovering new additional sites that were more relevant, the picnic in the park, and later Gianicolo Hill, were sadly scrapped. Instead, we headed for our first additional site, Trajan’s Forum.
Accumulating another free ticket (thanks again, Ken!), we wandered through the Forum, which was surprisingly well-preserved, and offered more spectacular views of the city. Stopping for lunch on the stands set up for the Rome marathon the following day, we overlooked the Temple of Mars. With it starting to spit with rain, we hurried off to our next addition – the Domus Aurea. Unfortunately there was a restriction on the number of people allowed inside at once (25 people if you’re curious!) and most people had reservations; with the strict time schedule we were on, we couldn’t afford to wait. So Domus Aurea, was also sadly crossed off our list. It taught us an end of the trip lesson – even with impromptu visits to sites, it’s all about research, research and more research!
Quickly moving onto San Clemente, we arrived just as the doors were opening for the afternoon session. Some of us waited in the (warm!) church and caught up on writing up the day so far, whilst the others descended into the depths of the ancient Roman city to the Mithraeum. Sadly no photos were allowed of either the church or underground remains. With a few minutes to spare in our hectic day, we headed to the (dare I say best?!) gelateria, and in true British style, we ate our deliciously scrumptious Cannelloni, Snickers, and Cappuccino flavoured ice creams (to name but a few flavours!) wrapped up in scarves, as the grey clouds spat rain, walking to the metro outside the Colosseum.
A mere two stops on and we arrived at Termini station, opposite the National Museum. We scuttled inside, out of April’s chilly and blustery winds, to find that the tickets we had bought at Crypta Babli a few days ago were valid here too (TOP TIP: this ticket covers all three of the National Museums in Rome and the Crypta Balbi over a three-day period, so you don’t need to buy a new ticket at each place! Or if you have Ken’s letter, you only need to present it once!). After dropping off our bags in the secure cloak/locker room, we split up to peruse the artefacts at our own leisure, with a meeting point and time arranged.
The museum was fantastic. I initially thought that the museum was quite small, but this museum is the epitome of ‘quality not quantity’. There is such a variety in subject: from a section of statues of athletes, a glimpse at the garden fresco from Livia Drusilla’s Villa of Livia’s, an extremely impressive numismatics collections, and my favourite area: women and children, where we saw the Roman Barbie (which two of us had been taught about in lectures in Semester One!).
It came to nearly closing time, and all of us feeling like an athlete post- (marathon!) race, we caught the metro to Pyramid and trundled to a restaurant built on Monte Testaccio that we’d passed on Monday. With an hour to kill before it opened, we found a place to grab a drink (hot chocolate to warm up our bones!), play some card games, and think about our favourite moments of not just the day, but the tour so far.
Dinner was in a lovely restaurant full of locals (a sign of a great place), and not even the announcement of pizzas not being available, dampened our weary spirits. Hopping on a bus back to the apartment, it was time for a cup of tea, a hot shower, and well-deserved sleep before our final full day in Rome.
- Philippa