The shoe store says it opens at 3:00. I see a pair of red polka-dotted flats in the window for 7.50 euro. I know I should be admiring, taking in the Trevi, but it is so chaotic, so many people. Vendors call, cameras click, tour groups barge through. If I'm close enough, I can still hear the sound of the fountain as it gushes. We snapped our requisite tourist pic. Nanna did a bit of one-handed maneuvering. There are too many people coming and going to try to ask someone else. We prefer to be independent. After this, I want to look for the gelateria that Kylie recommended. Keep going until the t-shirt shop, and then make a left. Seems simple enough. But then again, I was looking at a drawing on a scrap of paper.
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