I just returned from a much needed Italian vacation. Three chums and I spent last week gallivanting across the beaches of Calabria and roaming the streets of Rome. Okay, we didn’t actually gallivant. But we definitely did Rome. It was 90 degrees and sunny every day, which proved perfect for the rocky beaches of Tropea, Scilla and Gioia Tauro, but a little toasty in The Eternal City.
The intense heat did not prevent us, however, from taking in the traditional Roman sights (Trevi Fountain, St. Peter’s Basilica, the Colosseum, guys dressed in Centurion outfits posing for pictures while texting on their iPhones… you know the drill.) The streets surrounding these famed monuments were lined with all sorts of loot for tourists, from 2013 wall calendars featuring photos of hot priests (creepy!) to little stuffed animal monkeys sporting “I Heart Roma” t-shirts (cute!) And on virtually every corner you could find black & white postcards/calendars/stills from the 1953 classic movie Roman Holiday showing Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn frolicking on the Spanish Steps and zipping through town on a Vespa.
Ah, Roman Holiday… one of the best movies of all time, and certainly the greatest movie set in Italy. Sure, sure, cinema snobs will cite Fellini’s 8 1/2, De Sica’s Bicycle Thieves, Visconti’s Death in Venice, blah, blah, blah. But I’ll take William Wyler’s Roman Holiday over all of those any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
Tired of dreary London, Miranda Richardson, Joan Plowright, Polly Walker and Josie Lawrence rent an Italian castle in San Salvatore and bask in sunshine and romance. Enchanting, indeed.
A Room With a View