Up hill and down dale?

Most of our excursions thus far include a hilly stroll - this morning I successfully proposed a stroll up through the charming backstreets and elegant low-rise blocks around S. Saba. I've never heard such wheezing as the Entourage emitted when climbing the three flights of marble steps leading up-hill. I thought I might have to nip them (purely for encouragement of course...). They seemed oblivious to the Classical resonances of the Aventine 'spur', and I start to feel that my little didactic lectures on our morning walks fall on deaf ears. This morning's walk was notable too for it's (relative) cool - tho as I sit dictating now it's in (I estimate) the mid-20s at least. How fortunate that I persuaded Mr E to bathe me this morning. It's intolerable to be 'ripe' in this weather. Or should I say 'climate'? Yesterday we explored 'our' end of Trastevere. The E has friends over there, with whom I've allowed them to take a couple of nights 'off-duty'. Our trip yesterday encompassed some more gems of Italian rationalism - the Nuovo Sacher cinema and adjoining block. It would have been helpful if someone could have lifted me up to get a clearer view of the vividly colourful mosaics, but cries of 'hot', 'fat', and 'stinker' somehow blended in the air when I made the polite request. Last night the Entourage blotted their collective copybook by omitting to include me innthe ice-cream order at Violorosso on P.zza S Maria Liberatrice. I was then forced to wait for a very long time as they sat on a bench and chattered. It was surely gone 22.30 when I persuaded them to accompany me back towards the pretty little thing with whom I've struck up a friendship; alas she had by then retired for the night, and so did I.