At this particular fish stall, in the old Testaccio Market one metro stop south of the Colosseum, there was also a photograph of Marcello Mastroianni, looking over the fresh tuna and looking out at us, as we stare back at him, the tuna, his cousin the fishmonger, and his flirtatious grandnephew.

A week after this photo was taken, the old market was closed for good, and later demolished, after over 90 years in operation. The market relocated to a shiny new building a few blocks away, which has underground parking and no character.

I can only assume that Mastroianni’s progeny has settled in and is carrying on with the fish and conversations.