People in glass houses….
This morning one of my favorite Roman sites (06blog) carried a complaining article about bad-mannered foreigners who do shocking things such as wetting their feet in a fountain gracing a museum. I, myself, wouldn’t do such a thing. After all, these are not swimming pools. But I found it rather ironic that anyone in a city as chaotic as Rome, where locals park on sidewalks, ride their motorbikes up one-way streets, litter, ride bikes through red lights (always) and tolerate the existence of unlienses peddlers, everywhere, can find the nerve to accuse foreign tourists of having bad manners. Oh, well.
