At the Trevi Fountain, Dana and I dug out two low-denomination euro coins. Dana opted for the forward flip and I tried to sidearm mine like skipping a pebble, but it only plunked and sank. Later we discovered we’d done it wrong: a traveler must toss in his coin over his left shoulder to ensure a return trip to Rome. I guess we won’t be back.
Get too close to the edge or even think about splashing around in there, as was made famous by Fellini‘s La Dolce Vita, and one of many roving cops will stop you with a shout and a whistle. Exceptions are rare. A coworker who visited Rome this year told me that by remarkable coincidence, she was at the fountain at the precise moment the country’s footballers won the World Cup. Everyone immediately leapt in and went nuts.