Rome Street Food Tour: Campo de' Fiori, Jewish Ghetto & Gelato

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What’s the experience like?

You know that feeling when you step into a city and everything’s just a little louder, brighter, and more chaotic than you expected? That was me outside Termini, trying to find our group for this Rome street food tour. Our guide—Francesca, who had this easy laugh—waved us over. She handed out little paper napkins and said something about “saving room,” which I definitely ignored by the second stop.

We wandered toward Campo de’ Fiori first. The market was still half-awake—vendors shouting in Romanesco, crates of artichokes stacked up, someone slicing mortadella so thin it looked almost see-through. I tried a supplì that burned my tongue (worth it), and Francesca told us how Roman rice balls are different from Sicilian ones. She pointed at a bakery window fogged up from the heat inside; I caught a whiff of warm bread mixed with something sweet—maybe figs? Or maybe my brain just wanted it to be figs. Hard to say.

After that we zigzagged through alleys I’d never have found alone. At one point, an old man leaned out his window above us and shouted down to Francesca—she answered back without missing a beat, then turned around grinning like this was just normal life here. In the Jewish Ghetto, we tried fried artichokes so crisp they crunched even over the city noise. Someone in our group asked about Julius Caesar (because of course), and Francesca walked us to Largo di Torre Argentina where she got quiet for a second before telling the story—her voice dropped lower as if we were all supposed to lean in.

The last stop was gelato near some ancient columns. My pistachio scoop melted faster than I could eat it but honestly, sitting there with sticky fingers and tired feet felt kind of perfect. I still think about that first bite of supplì—maybe because it tasted like being somewhere completely new but also weirdly familiar.