Maybe my neck was just tired from looking at all of the domes, but it was my second day in Rome, and something possessed me to look at the floor. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. How did it happen that my feet were treading on something just as beautiful as the building upon which it stood?
I had never really thought about mosaics before, but I was instantly hooked. For the next seven days, I spent all of my free time hunting down pavements, and documenting them. I even started drawing the patterns in the cobblestone streets (of which there are a wide variety). I used my notebook for scale, but a lot of people gave me weird looks: There I was–a red blooded American–kicking around a pink notebook and staring at the floor. Oh well… the sacrifices we make for beauty. Below I included pictures of the pavement in San Paolo entro le Mura which is right off of Via Nationale. Apparently they hold chamber orchestra concerts on a regular basis, but when I went I was too poor to afford them. Maybe next time.