Walking along the Tiber in Rome there are two waterfront boulevards. On one side it is beautiful, clean, well-lit, marked with a cycle lane and cleared of weeds. It’s still covered in graffiti, but then, this is Rome:
On the other side is one with rubbish and people who are homeless living under bridges. That’s the side I want to be on because I can see Cormorants sunning themselves to dry their feathers close to the other bank:
We get close to them and can see every reflection on their bronze feathers:
As we sit and watch, more come in to land and splash down in front of us:
They are powerful flyers and great swimmers. I can see that one, quite far off, has just swallowed a fish:
They look prehistoric stood in the warm January sunshine:
One jumps and dives under the water:
Another comes in to land:
And then another:
They make quite a spectacle:
And then it’s time to dry off again:
For us, it’s time for a coffee.
This is Italy, after all, and here, it’s always time for a coffee.