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This is a provisional placeholder for Monday as Prestwick will be heading back from Rome at this point. Blog and ramble to come later.

UPDATE 15:59 GMT: Arivaderchi e ciao from the UK for I have returned!

Great holiday to Rome and I’ll post some photos when I get home later tonight. Flew out from London at 6am Friday morning, saw the Rugby on Saturday first from the Stadio Flaminio for France vs Italy before racing to an Irish bar to watch England vs Scotland and Wales vs Ireland. Hearty congratulations to Ireland for scooping the Grand Slam after an epic, epic match that swung both ways multiple times.

Italy’s rugby fans are some of the best. They welcome you with open arms, buy you wine and order the beer and tell you the best bars and resturants to enjoy the finest food and drink with such selfless friendship that you know that it is this that makes Rugby what it is. Honorable mentions go out to the visiting French fans (36 – 10 harr harr) and the resident Irishmen without whom no party can be complete.

Yesterday spent the day roaming the Forum, the Colleseum and the Pantheon. All of which are epic sights and while it may sound silly but even though all that remains of some sites at the forum are floor plans and the odd stump of a column but if you squint you can make out the glory of ancient Rome. Imagine being a Roman Legionaire from a far flung province like Briton or Iberia visiting Rome for the first time and seeing all this. Surely an Empire this worthy of buildings so spectacular could never fail? Incredible.

And then theres the endless bottles of decent wine. The Ciantes especially were superb and floated around the 45 Euro mark. Well, when in Rome…

I could mention the food, the bread stacked with exactly the right amounts of proscutto and buffalo motzarella, the roast veal, the spinnach & ricotta tortelini done not too thick as to be solid on the inside and not too thin as to fall apart on the plate but just right as to melt in the mouth. Fantastic.

You could say that if I was given a £10,000 pay rise I’d be tempted to move to Rome and if you got me a good flat overlooking the leafy area around the Villa Borghese then I would say “SOLD!”

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