romelove

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The fashion, the sun, the food, the romance. Italy’s cultural heritage to the world: Michelangelo, Fiorucci, Fellini.
The eternal city of Rome - breakfast in the sun in la Piazza Navona, la passeggiata on the Via Condotti, and lovers around the Trevi Fountain at night.
Enjoying a light but sumptuous lunch of bread, olives and local wine under the awning of a sidewalk cafe.

An early morning stroll past a trattoria in Trastevere

...and Teddy came too!
Tots enjoy their gelati by the Trevi Fountain.
But apart from the Disney Shop round the corner on Via del Corso, that's probably all they'll enjoy. In fact they probably won't even enjoy that much, as the merchandise in the Rome branch of the Disney shop is more geared towards clothing and less towards toys and souvenirs than the British and Stateside outlets.
Unless you're actually moving here to live, we frankly don't recommend you bring small children with you to Rome. Recreational amenities for kids are abysmal here as Italian children are instead brought up to enjoy eating and frolicking in the bosom of their family as their main source of entertainment, neither of which things British children are particulary good at.
Thus, unless you have something specific planned, the typical British or American child may well be bored out of his skull here after only a couple of days. Public playgrounds generally harbour dangerous, poorly serviced equipment and public parks are often wild, barren places littered with used syringes left by drug addicts.
The countryside immediately surrounding Rome is dull, parched and scrubby and mostly fenced off into private estates patrolled by semi-wild sheep-dogs, so there are few green fields to run, roam and picnic in. You'll have to drive a couple of hundred miles north to Tuscany for that; Yet even Tuscany, in spite of it's fashionable Arcadian attractions for adults, can seem a strangely alien and barren place to children, with its sparse rolling hills and regimental rows of vineyards, olivegroves and cypress trees generating a landscape of a substantially larger and less cosy scale than the winding green lanes and bluebell woods of Kent or Surrey. They don't have fairies here either.
The ice-cream's good though...