There is a district in Rome called “The Meat Packing District” which we thought would be similar to the one in New York—you know, trendy shops, art galleries, cool restaurants, etc. so of we went. It was a bit of a come down because it was actually a meat-packing district—dumpy warehouses, poor housing, and restaurants specializing in entrails and other leftovers. But we made the best of it and while Sharon was using a bathroom in a grocery store (Italians are not uptight about people using bathrooms. (They recognise the human urge to pee.) I took this picture of a customer arguing with one of the store owners while the other silently watched. Naturally, I have no idea what they were arguing about.
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