Piazza del Popolo. Around this square only, there are three (yes, three) churches full-sized churches, not chapels. Then you have about a church every couple of blocks when you start walking along the streets that are born from the square.
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| Two of the main churches at Piazza del Popolo. I was chilling at the stairs of the one in the shade. |
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| The other church at Piazza del Popolo, just behind the main gates. |
I was sitting one day on the stairs of one of these churches, hiding from the sun, drinking my Diet Coke, people watching while resting as many other tourists. In that hour Piazza del Popolo was a colorful broad catwalk: from a Saudi man elegantly dressed in spotless white attire, with his three wives dressed in all black, to a chubby Italian who should have picked at least two more sizes for his baby-pink T-shirt and white jeans accompanied by a way younger woman in hot pants and sky-high heels.
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