The last day in Rome was a day of failures of various sorts, albeit not severe ones. Nathan and I had planned a bit of a food trip, visiting a Jewish bakery that was recommended by the guidebook, the (allegedly) best pizzeria in Rome, and a gelateria for which I'd found a recommendation online. Except that the bakery was sold out of most of their pastries by the time we got there, the pizzeria was only open at dinnertime, and we couldn't find the gelateria. We made do.

Trip to the airport was uneventful. Unfortunately, my flight back to London was about an hour late, and passport control was woefully understaffed (at least for non-EU passengers). Didn't make it back to the flat until after 2AM. And failed to get a good night's sleep, unsurprisingly.

Friday, didn't get much work done (though I hadn't planned on it). Did my laundry, browsed around a comic book store (ah, nerdiness), saw "Sunshine" -- great visuals, disappointing narrative).

Today -- got some work done on an essay. Then off to the Museum of Childhood, a small but charming collection of children's toys. Very enjoyable.