Via Margutta is a particularly pretty Roman Street between Piazza del Popolo and Piazza di Spagna.
Faded yellow and terracotta buildings, 3 and 4 storeys high, line the narrow laneway.
Long, thick vines trail down walls and over archways, their green leafiness softening the ageing edifices.
Federico Fellini lived there. A plaque marks the spot.
Quante strade rare e belle so l’orgoglio dè sto monno / che t’incanti ner vedelle./ Io però sai che risponno?/ Via Margutta ormai è lampante /che le batte tutte quante / perchè è unica e speciale/ e per monno nun c’è uguale!
Loose translation (warning: my Romanesco is even worse than my standard Italian. In fact, I’m not even sure whether the plaque is Roman dialect as Fellini was not a native of Roman. But here goes, anyway:)
How many rare and lovely streets are the pride of this world/ enchanting you when you see them? /But you know how I respond? /Via Margutta, by now it’s clear, beats them all because it’s unique and special and in this world there’s nothing the same!
Do I agree with Federico Fellini?
On a sunny autumn afternoon it was hard to disagree.
We discovered Via Margutta because we ate at a very disappointing vegetarian restaurant called Ristor Arte il Margutta.
But more on what I ate in Rome in a coming post.