When I first moved to Rome, I lived in San Lorenzo.
A student neighborhood beyond Termini, I thought that Trastevere was ages away.
And the Gianicolo? Forget about it. Why would I climb a hill that lay even further afield?
But one day, trying to impress me, Jimmy dragged me up that hill and it finally clicked what the big deal was.
Behind you is the fontanone, the Fontana dell’Acqua Paolo commissioned by Pope Paul V.
It is kind of impossible to decide which way to focus your attention.
I love this fountain. The big fountain. The sheer audacity of the size and of the location.
And the details, if you take the time to look.
If you walk around the pounding noise of the gushing water, you can find a tranquil courtyard (closed to the public but visible), which sits just behind the face of the fountain.
The Gianicolo is full of secret doors to who-knows-what-beyond.
I like the not knowing.
Because there are plenty of other things that you have to know about the world.
Sometimes all you want to do is let go of the overanalyzing and the what-ifs, and enjoy the view.