After an evening drink at one of our favourite Roman bars
Bill and I would often pass through the Piazza Navona on our way home.
The dusk light softened the crass edges of the busy piazza.
Even the buskers seemed more romantic.
Bernini's famous fountains were glowing
in the yellow floodlights.
There is much crass caricature and portrait art being made in the Navona,
but one night we came upon an artist doing nice work.
We were happy for the young couple, perhaps honeymooners,
who would go home with a charming holiday portrait from Rome.