A Roman weekend at the sea takes almost no packing. The bag is put together for one hour of the day.
Towns, not resorts
Fregene sits 25 kilometers out. Sabaudia lies under the Circeo promontory, Sperlonga on a cliff above the sand. The beach closes, and then the town opens.
Less than you would guess
A swimsuit, sometimes two. One cotton shirt she has had for years. Flat sandals. No outfit for Saturday and a second one for Sunday.
Seven o'clock, and the beach gives up
A shower, forty minutes, and the town fills again. Dinner and the slow walk around it are the reason anyone drove out of Rome on a Friday.
It goes in the bag first
Long, cotton, nothing to press and nothing it insists on. And it cannot read as beachwear once the light goes.
Pack the evening first
The day needs far less than anyone packs for it. See the long cotton dresses Maria brings back each summer.