Evening and I convince Brett to use our still current metro tickets and go somewhere else for dinner, somewhere with some ambience? away from the constant traffic? maybe a little something to look at?! We hop on the train and head for Piazza del Poppolo and find a nice cafe, Rosati, with a lovely view of the Piazza, with the street sellers throwing flouro whizzing toys way up into the air, and a busker playing the oboe. We have a nive Italian meal... and get into the metro at 11.10pm, just befroe it closes! Of course, it feels much earlier than that