The Romans seem to have a thing about fountains. They have them coming out of their ears. I speak metaphorically.
The most famous fountain in Rome is the Trevi Fontain. It's where Anita Ekberg famously went for a paddle in La Dolce Vita. Me neither.
There are all sorts of conflicting legends about how many coins you are supposed to throw into the Trevi Fountain, and what will happen if you do so. Jen's guidebook said, if you throw a single coin into the fountain, you will meet the man of your dreams. I was rather put out when she decided to put the legend to the test. It worked: she threw her coin into the fountain, turned to her right, and there I was!
Then she suggested that I throw a coin into the fountain.
Just for the record, there is not now, nor has there ever been, a man of my dreams. Each to his own and all that. Don't knock it till you've tried it, etc. But what the hell: when in Rome and all that malarkey. So I threw my coin into the fountain, turned to my right and…
