I am trying to see different parts of Rome on this trip, and at our Italian contact’s suggestions I visited Mercato Testaccio. This is a place I will hang out in often, I can tell, and I also got a couple of reminders of what it’s like to be a citizen of the US who can’t seem to learn Italian…
First, it’s here:
Next, it contains displays like this one:
Why do I care? This market is the type of thing that I love about Italy, where people take food seriously and shop everyday and cook. There was a macellaio slicing ham right off the haunch of a pig, there were vegan-only stores, there was plenty of delicious fresh fish and veggies and fruits and pane and, well, you get the drift.
Finally, it offered me an opportunity to learn, as a lovely woman spent five minutes explaining to me (not knowing or perhaps even thinking it possible that I don’t have access to a stove). She worked with me on my Italian, much like the pizza shop owner in Ciampino who reminded me that in describing one of my comrades as ‘solo’ I had just called her a guy.