(cont'd...) You see, Rome by many accounts is equally great or could even surpass other cities in terms of the quantity of ancient attractions. In Rome, I bet I have seen more relics of its history per square area of the city as compare to other European cities, that I enjoyed and shed more calories walking around its numerous cobblestone paths than I had with my afternoon jog in a local park; even more so because of the sheer knowledge that we were in the middle of once most politically ambitious and influential city on the face of Earth - whose remnants of its glory are right before our mesmerised eyes.
With all honesty, seeing the colosseum and Saint Peter Square was all I ever wanted to experience primarily in Rome. In fact, both are the only ones I used to epitomize Rome of when I was in grade school. As all other tourists who've been here before me could attest, this is such a remarkable city. From mimes, buskers, to artists; and those magnificent ruins, great architectures; and enthralling fountains, they are truly treasures of history that Italians should be proud of. Relatively speaking - during our city exploration that day, I was practically torn between being hypnotically fixated to a stunning piece of architecture I was    seeing and having to reluctantly drag my feet away to see the next one.
  Looking from a distance, with the colosseum's view partly covered by well-trimmed humongous Roman pine trees along wide street leading to it - I could almost hear and imagine the clump of tapping sandals by Roman populace rushing into the colosseum getting ready to witness together the Emperor Caligula's once-horrific and -bloody spectacle pastime. But of course, with all high-imagination set aside, it was all these over-eager tourists walking past each other to see the magnificent colosseum close-up and first-hand!  
As far as the likes of  individual who earn a living strutting their talents off of the streets of Rome, man, they're impressive! I actually had to stop in one of the streets just to see an artist - with a 6'x6' paper laid on a pedestrian lane, sketching in charcoal a scene of gladiator-fighting, and beside him were scattered coins probably thrown in out of appreciation to the artist; the enigmatically all-white and fully-shrouded mime who had the most disciplined and robotic movement I've seen, to the point of being nearly freaky; and how can I forget our encounter with the brawny Roman soldier? Who - at mere five Euros, can unbelievably be cooperative at any photo opportunity he can be at.
Inside his rich ancient army attire, coupled with a squinted look coming from his eyes and his sun-burnt complexion - myself, being relatively 'un-army-like', 'emaciated', and short wouldn't dare challenge him for a sword fight, ha ha! In other words, I only had to settle for a picture taking with him, ha ha! TO BE CONTINUED.