 This sausage shop in Piazza Campo de' Fiori had one of those, "Oh take a picture of me, I'm rustic," looks, so I did. Not until I poked my head inside did I realize what kind of world I'd entered. The smell of the prosciutto, sausages and salamis was something I'd never experienced before... a good smell, by the way. I wished I could have sniffed around some more, maybe bought something, but I had to find my wife and her family... eight of them, not including me. I snapped a quick shot of the interior of the Museum of Sausage and ran out, only to realize that I'd completely lost everyone. I had no idea where they'd gone in that few seconds that I took to snap the photo. We found each other eventually. The interior photo I'd taken was too blurry to use. Darn. Maybe I'll have to go back.  Dodging scooters in Rome is an ongoing challenge. They're like insects. After a while you realize that they actually don't want to hit you. It's also illegal in most places to kill people with a motor vehicle. This particular guy was tame, and on short business trip.
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