13 January 1990
29 years old
…Afterwards we went for a walk to the Spanish Steps. It was very cold, but dry and Rome looked wonderful by night. We also went past the Trevi Fountain and other sights. It was a really nice night, by the end I positively hated the thought of leaving Rome tomorrow (and not seeing Bob again). Lee and I discussed trying to get my flight changed, which would mean letting my ticket go and buying another one – so crazily extravagant. But the thought of returning to dreary old London, when Rome is so sunny and we have a party to go to tomorrow night, is unbearable.
This is one of my favourite pictures of me, which was taken on this walk.