Sitting at Caffé Domiziano is a man sitting alone, looking to be in his thirties, with cropped brown hair. He wears black ray ban glasses and typically preppy attire, a pink polo with a popped color, cropped kakis, and white shoes. He smokes as he leans back in his chair, looking relaxed, occasionally drinking coffee from a small mug. After a minute or so, a woman comes and sits next to him, and I realize he had not been alone in the first place, spotting her coffee cup in front of her that had been there. She wears a blue shirt and shorts with simple flats, a haircut almost as short as his. They lean out of the way for tourists to pass them, the only pair sitting at the café, spending a quiet time together.
The only other nearby people are a group of cops and military men, dressed in black and blue and loitering around, chatting and occasionally watching over the square. The woman picks up a pen and begins to write, as we are, and he looks about and sits back as she works. He watches the tourists shooting photos in front of him, and they linger together.
It seems as if they are starting out their morning at a café, maybe before setting out to tour or walk. Finishing breakfast or morning coffee, it is possible they reside at a nearby hotel, and they definitely look to be tourists.
Sitting at the Piazza Navona, it is a perfect place to people watch. The scene is constantly changing, with restaurants all around, and tourists circling the fountain taking pictures.
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