Oops, I guess I made a wrong turn on my way to the square. I was waiting at Piazza della Repubblica in Rome, but none of the Saturday regulars showed up. I guess Otley was a bigger draw
Having navigated through Rome city centre during the Friday afternoon rush hour (on my way back from Lago di Bracciano), meandering through the traffic

and throngs of tourists was a breeze.
After being thoroughly shaken to my core by the cobbles, I found myself at the GranFondo Roma start line, about 300 yards from the Colosseum, and followed this route kindly provided by
hombredelgado.
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/884790879
Except for the weather being much better (22C sunshine), riding down the section of Via Appia Nuova near Ciampino airport was literally like riding the A64. Things improved tremendously a few miles after the airport, as the route turned left, heading for the hills.
Lago Albano was beautifully serene with a surprising lack of traffic - pedestrian and vehicular. The climb was quiet and presented increasingly stunning views over the lake. However, upon reaching Belvedere, it seemed that half of Rome was up there, presumably to take in the views and escape the downtown tourists. Cars, motorcycles and people abound; replete with many food trucks and picnic tables everywhere.
Leaving all that behind, I continued climbing up to the summit and the rest of the day was a roller coaster, the principal memories of which are; i) a particularly steep cobbled climb into some twenty-syllable named village that escapes me for now, and ii) having a blast cruising down the many twisty descents, leaning hard into the turns with no concerns of gravel and muck throwing me off.
Sunday saw more sunshine and excellent riding conditions. After escaping downtown, but for a few local riders in full winter gear, I largely had the roads to myself during a quiet spin out the the coast at Ostia. Garmin said the route was pan flat, but I encountered many lumps and one 30% grade, that thanks to a wrong turn, I had to do twice
I rode down the coast to Torvaianica, then turned left up to Pomezia and back into Rome where I enjoyed a slice of pizza and a cold beer while watching the tourists do their thing.
All things considered it was a fabulous weekend, lots of miles, lots of hills, lots of memories and a mildly sore butt, thanks to having my chamois cream confiscated by airport security.