Tour Diary: Rome

Rome really was the first city that spring blearily woke up, rubbing its eyes. All the things you forget in the long winter like the smell of the air, sunshine, colours and an optimistic feeling. I was making the most of it, eating an ice cream, coat in hand with bare arms, coat in my hand, when I spotted some Italian children just out of school, in thick coats, scarves and woolly hats. I’m so English.

Whenever I think of Rome I have the voices of my grandparents ringing in my ears: ‘ahhh, Rome c’est beau’ they would always say, reminiscing about their many travels. There’s a list as long as my arm of all the brilliant places you have to go to, first on my tour was the Colosseum. You don’t really get the sense of what it was used for but it did look wonderful in the orange sunlight. What really blew my mind was the Altar of the Fatherland, a ridiculously imposing structure that looms over you, all lions and flames. Built in 1925 in honour of Italy’s King Victor Emmanuel. Wikipedia describe the place as ‘pompus’ and they’re not wrong. It’s insane.

Rome is definitely as beautiful as my grandparents said and it was a relief after the industrial drab of Milan. What I love about Italy is you can walk into an old place and eat like a king, I tucked into some great pasta dishes there. On the gig day I went for a walk near the venue on the hill where Villa Glori sits. It’s a beautiful wooded park where I soaked in the new season, thinking about the lovely summer months to come. Amazing what a difference a bit of sunshine makes.

That evening I had one two three Aperol Spritzes before dinner, which was a HUGE communal feast in a restaurant next to the venue. This was the night I officially Got Drunk, so I thought I’d put up the brilliantly blurry pic of the gig to illustrate that very fact. Eagle-eyed readers may spot there is no mention of Bologna or Turin, we were in venues miles out of town for both those days and to be completely honest I couldn’t face trying to make a lengthy trip into town. A shame really, as I’ve heard good things about both those places but I was quite cosy in my little tour bubble, watching episodes of Ja’mie: Private School Girl. So quiche.

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