Trevi Fountain: Describing the Scene from Memory
This morning on our walking tour, I was captivated by nearly everything we saw, but Trevi Fountain stood out to me more than anything else. As soon as we turned the corner and I saw the fountain, I was in awe.
The white stone of the fountain and its contrast against the buildings and ground was captivating. Back in this little square that would have otherwise looked like any other street in Rome, there was this large piece of art that was astounding in the space it filled.
People surrounded the fountain and the stairs going downward towards the bottom of the masterpiece. Visitors took pictures of one another and although it was the most touristy area I have yet to see in Rome, watching the clear water fall into the pool of the fountain made time feel like it stopped for a moment.
As the water descended the short distance into the pool, it went from looking clear to a turquoise blue that you might see in pictures of the most dreamy beach in the world. I'm sure it was just because of the color at the bottom of the fountain, but something about watching the water made me feel something. The white carefully carved figures above the water, large and small, were so beautiful.
Looking at Trevi Fountain for the short time that I did made me feel more a part of Rome than eating gelato or walking on the cobblestone streets. Something about that contrast in the rigid pure white rock and all of the chaos going on in the tourist-filled streets made the moment stop for a second when I focused on the fountain. It was a magical moment.