Romans Go to Sea.

When the Romans go to the beach, they go in masses. They smash themselves into the train. Perhaps you will be standing in a nearly empty train car and you will think, this is well, I shall have a pleasant, unconfined journey to the beach. You shall be wrong though. For soon an Italian mother will enter with her four sons who plop themselves down on the floor of the car. Then two aloof men arrive. Then an amorous couple struggle to enter as they continue to make-out. Soon the train is full, completely and utterly full. You might try to move, adjust your arm, but that would be impossible. Close the doors you think, but it does not matter because there is no room left, already limbs are hanging out the open door. But yet again you are wrong because now seven elderly women, done-up in Roman fashion are pushing themselves into the train. Unlike Americans, Italians do not seem to feel uncomfortable sharing intimate personal space. To understand the time after the doors closed, read the last few cantos of "Inferno".