Piazza del Popolo, 11.55pm, New Year's Eve: oh my. Every Tom, Dick and Peppe had turned up with a sack full of explosives - not fireworks, bombs - and a crate of prosecco. The former for throwing into the piazza, and occasionally the on-looking crowds, and the latter for, well...throwing into the piazza. We stepped up, threw a bottle, dallied with explosives (more below), celebrated when we thought it was midnight, but mainly we hid. Everyone dealt with the stress in their own way:
These are Dave's photos - the only soul brave enough to carry a camera - and they would have been more spectacular if only all of the explosives being thrown around were actual fireworks, with pretty colours and all. In our local, Chinese-owned assorted crap shop there was a scrum for fireworks, but most of the things being thrown around that night were definitely not over-the-counter purchases.
It has to be said, though, that our own attempts at joining in didn't exactly do our street-cred any favours...
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