More selfie madness

Mrs. T has always thought that taking 'selfies' to be ever so slightly narcissistic: here's me at the bottom of the Spanish Steps, here's me halfway up, here's me at the top, here's me coming down..........

We saw a woman doing just this today in Rome. The endless need for self-validation. 

Mr. Lord and I feel rather quaint with our circa 1990s old digital, and have vigorously resisted all the attempts by the proliferation of hawkers trying to sell a selfie stick. 

Still we had a wonderful day.

We were possibly too early for hipsterish Testaccio (everything seems  to open after 8pm) but we did enjoy a little trip around the outside of Macro (very trendy contemporary art gallery in a reclaimed slaughterhouse) viewing a bamboo helterskelter. And Mrs T continues to astonish with her knowledge of Italian foodstuffs.

Things threatened to turn a little nasty when her wee legs started to give way after the Pantheon. Mr. Lord wondered whether the poor thing was overcome with emotion but a visit to the loo and a bowl of very al dente pasta seemed to revive the poor old thing.

Up and down the Spanish Steps, a moistening of the eyes around our dear Keats last resting place and back to the hotel for a reviving glass of Sangiovese.

She has been extremely well-behaved today.

Selfus stickus

Rome seems to have been infected with a plague of 'selfi sticki'.

Mrs. Tyhurst is visiting the city sadly senza her dear companion Mrs. Lawton. She is instead in the company of her faithful and devoted husband, Mr. Lord.

A slight disagreement at the airport : Mr L refused to buy a tiny biscuit to accompany coffees causing a protracted queer turn lasting several hours and protestations of 'I'm never going on holiday again' etc.
Mrs. T was eventually restored to something (vaguely) approaching normality after an early night and a lovely breakfast.

Back to the subject in hand, or rather, on the end of a pole.

It's always interesting observing tourist items for sale - you know, little sunhats, fridge magnets of the pope...those sorts of things. 
Now it's selfie sticks. 
All over Rome simply everyone is smiling into a phone on a stick.  
Mrs. T has health and safety concerns.

Mr. Lord has bravely directed her over the Forum and the Palatine Hill.
Mrs. T is rather taken with the pines and has developed several amusing little ideas for photographs (seagulls in various places, and pictures of Mr. L's head with columns.....)

A few bottles of vino rosso and the silly old thing should be right as rain.