Finally, someplace neither of us had ever been, and it was our last day in Rome. All I knew about the place was, the Pope hid there from time to time and there's a tunnel to it from the Vatican. The bridge itself is closed to vehicular traffic, which means you can take a bunch of good pictures.
To get there we took a taxi, and immediately had lunch. See?
Then Joyce spotted a motorcycle lot, to have her picture taken with our mascots, Lucky, Plucky and Trip, again. We have lots of shots like these. I have spared you.
So we went over the bridge. Ecco! E il Tevere!
Paid the earth to get in, and started up a long, dark ramp. It was cool inside. We do okay with ramps. Up and up and up. We came to steps. Joyce went down, I went up. We met later by the restrooms. Here:
When you get up, you can see il Vaticano. Molto bello, vero?
They also have an interesting little museum. The Pope's apartments were closed. That was all Joyce wanted to see, so she didn't miss anything.
You can also see this kind of thing.
There are lots of little nooks and crannies, and a tour, but it was just too hot. And we were still going to the Trevi Fountain, so we decided to save what little strength we had left for that.
Nasty Radisson BLU bed platform on which anyone can damage their kneecap, not just me. Note hideous red shag carpet.