Spanish Steps.

The Spanish Steps are a crowded place. When we arrived there was even an angry man with a bloated paunch standing in the fountain shouting. Everywhere one looks people are chattering to eachother in their own language, only the sullen carriage horse makes no noise. The steps are a fountain of humans. I watched the stream of people ascend the steps only to cascade down again. It seems that all the excitement generated by the environment (this may also involve the close proximity of the many luscious designer stores) may over-power one of the secret laws that demand that no one climb steps without the prospect of a profitable destination. Rarely is the acting of climbing the end-in-itself.