A car barnacled to the wall outside the Hotel Due Torri in Rome
Taxis, especially those of foreign lands, are jammed together in a corner of my mind that I would rather keep shut. I don’t like to be in the back of a stranger’s car, city blind and barriered in by language, especially when the price to pay goes up with every sweaty minute.
However … late September en route to Rome we decided, despite all my worst fears, that a taxi was the best option.
The Phraser 