Voyeurism (required #5)

Another required entry! Select a person or group in the Piazza Navona and narrate their actions. Give them a little backstory if you want.

As I sat in the Piazza Navona looking for a particularly good person or group to “document,” a family of four walked past me. They were non-descript for the most part – neutral colored clothing, touristy backpacks and heading straight for the fountain of the Four River Gods. As I looked closer, I couldn’t help noticing they were all wearing the same pants, the kind that have various zippers so at any given moment they can transform into shorts.
The family is composed of 2 boys, probably around the ages of 8 and 12, a mother and a father. They speak French at a lively pace despite how early it is. The parents seem young and the father holds a large camera, directing his wife and children to pose in front of the fountain. The younger boy is livelier than his older brother, unable to stand still even for a picture. The older boy stands with terrific posture next to his mother, like he is trying to close the height gap between them. The father snaps a few pictures and calls the others over to take a look. With nods of approval, the parents take one last look around the piazza and the family leaves the way they came. They take no other photographs nor stop to admire the architecture of the surrounding buildings.
They were obviously on vacation, but why? A graduation trip for their son? He didn’t seem that excited, so maybe Italy was a dream the parents had that was finally achievable? Maybe they were visiting ‘just because.’ Their quick pace implied a short family vacation, the kind that leaves everyone stressed at the end of the day, looking forward to sleep. Their youngest son probably won’t remember much anyway. He was more content on running on in front of his family than hearing his father lecture about the piazza. They were probably heading to the Campo de’ Fiori, where the boy would be overwhelmed with excitement at all the hiding places he could find, or all the pigeons he could scare away.


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