The mercato rionale (local market) of St. Cosimato in Trastevere is a bubbly one. Located in the city square of the same name, it is one of the oldest local markets in Rome. The market, whose name owes its origin to the Church situated close by, has become the heartbeat of the city and is visited by the Trasverterini, Romans and tourists.

Here is the story my grandmother told me; I call it la storia della costanza (the story of Consistency), but she preferred to call it “la storia di Felice, Anno e Nuovo.” These were big families of Rome at the time that distinguished themselves in commerce and industry. But it was not always like that. 

Signor (Mr) Luigi is a young man in his early eighties living in Sesto Fiorentino, just a few kilometres away from the ancient city of Florence.

“Please, why did you wish me consistency for the new year? Is there something you think I should know? Can you expatiate?” I asked.

Impressed by the results so far, their father once again reached into his bag and got out another fresh rope. Like other times, he made a knot with the three cords, but this time it was difficult to understand the meanderings of the working end of each rope.

As the noisy train departed, for so were the old regional trains, I tilted my head backwards to support my spine if by any means I might continue my dream of home, with eyes closed this time. Less than fifteen minutes into the nap, I was awoken by the smile of this gentle lady. The smile was so bright that it shone into my heart, and I needed to see it with my eyes

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