Rome’s centro storico is a labyrinthine wonderland of odd corners. Wander down a nondescript vicolo (alley) and you’re likely to encounter architectural treasures, ancient ruins, or even the knife grinders.
The tourist-choked, restaurant-dense old heart of the city supports at least two itinerant knife sharpeners, who travel from customer to customer, honing edges al fresco.
This self-propelled entrepreneur services the kosher butchers, bakers, and restauranteurs in the old jewish ghetto.
Both appeared to be conducting brisk business, with dozens of knives sharpened and piles more awaiting attention. I wonder if Italian has a specific word for “itinerant knife grinder”…………..