Arrivederci, Trastevere

Yesterday I moved out of my whimsical Trastevere apartment. I would love to have stayed, but I only rented it for, how long has it been? Five weeks? Six? Anyway, before I extended my Roman sabbatical, a French girl swooped in and rented my room. 

I’m really going to miss this crazy-ass place, with the plates on the walls and the most ancient, best-functioning toilet of any apartment in which I’ve lived. 

Breakfast. In Italian, still lifes are called ‘dead nature.’

The neighborhood. This image doesn’t really capture the liveliness of the area, but I like the spookiness of that building.

My new flat in Monti is not without its perks. I have air conditioning, my own bathroom, a flatmate who helped me move and a cat! Meet Tito.

Sarah MikutelMonti, Trastevere