Signs of Life in Trastevere

30 Jul

Today when I was out strolling my ‘hood with Vinny, I decided to take on a project. Let’s find the most absurd signs we can. It all started with this:

Here’s what it says:

On July 27, a black Motorola V3 cell phone was lost. For purely sentimental value, whoever finds it is kindly asked to bring it to the tabaccheria. BIG REWARD!

A couple things here. “Sentimental value”? A cell phone? Um, ok, if you say so. And, big reward? I mean, could the reward be any bigger than the cost of the cell phone? BOH. I love this sign. “Bring it to the tabaccheria.”

What about this one?

Anti-panic door handle. Open by pushing.

So, like, if I suddenly come down with a panic attack, I can push that handle and it will make me feel better? I need one of those in my house, I’m dead serious.

What about:

“Attention: Moving dissuader.”

Va bene, maybe it’s not exactly translated as “dissuader” but I like that. It’s one of those little moving stumps that rises up to block traffic, hard to explain if you’ve never seen it. But I just like how they call it a moving dissuader. Whatever.

And this?

“Given that the residents of this building are sick of the ignorance and rudeness of many, we’d like to remind you that:


It’s not an official garbage pick-up point!”

We have the same problemuccio on my corner. There’s a trash can, not a dumpster, and there are always trash sacks lying beside the trash can. One day we had a trash bag with deadly glass inside (a wine bottle broke inside the bag. It cut Ale’s heel big time. So then I, superwoman, step up to take the bag out to the trash, and I manage to reach as far as the downstairs door before I manage to have it cut me in the calf. OMG, we are truly pathetic in my house) and given explanation in parenthesis, I told Ale to leave the bag at the corner, lest it attack us once more. An old lady was walking by and heard me menacingly say “Lasciala qua, che te frega…” (Leave it here, who cares…) and the old lady said, “You can’t leave it there! There are dumpsters just around the corner!”

You know it’s time for me to leave Rome when I’m about to flip off an old lady. Oh, man, guys. I’m serious. It is time for me to get the hizzell out of Dodge. This heat is not helping any.

But signs of life doesn’t have to be interpreted literally, per se. We can also take, for example, the Trasteverino asciugatrice, aka clothes dryer alla Trastevere:

Or perhaps my favorite little car, now for sale, time’s they are a changin’:

But, €2,800? Is that not just a tad steep? I don’t know. Seems like to me.

And here’s a little bonus sign of life, just to make you smile. I dare you, try not to. This is what Vin thinks of all the madness:


6 Responses to “Signs of Life in Trastevere”

  1. sonyaustraliana July 31, 2008 at 3:52 am #

    Little Vin’s laugh is pure gold! I love it when little babies laugh so hard that it seems they are about to cry.
    Oh the mania of it all – what else can you do but laugh πŸ™‚

  2. Carole D. July 31, 2008 at 6:15 am #

    You saved the best for last. Vinnie’s laugh is so contagious. This is really a fun age, when I need a picker upper I can play it over and over. What a cutie! and I’m beginning to see “il suo babbo” in him. I’m so glad to see you blogging again and showing the hood. It brings back a lot of memories.

  3. tracie b July 31, 2008 at 2:33 pm #

    aawwwwwww!! thanks…good way to start my day. he is a DOLL πŸ™‚

  4. Rose in Cali July 31, 2008 at 4:34 pm #

    Okay, the video of Vincente is precious! You need to play that for him when he’s too cool to appreciate it…like on his 16th birthday in front of his friends!

  5. Rebecca August 1, 2008 at 1:39 am #

    I love his laugh! Those signs must have been quite entertaining πŸ™‚ There are some days where I wish my cell phone was lost.

  6. girasoli August 3, 2008 at 3:20 am #

    Vincente is adorable! Love the video!

    Was the lost cell phone sign in front of a tabaccheria? Otherwise, aren’t there quite a few in Trastevere. Is this person planning to visit them all daily?

    I have always loved all the crazy signs in Italy.

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