@ossobuco,
To add to that tale, after the zingari left, we found a bakery and they didn't have a toilet.. available to me.
And we found a restaurant working to opening and they wouldn't let me use the bathroom. By now the blood was drooling to my ankle.
We headed for a place I'd read about on via condotti, caffe greco.
I was fine there, famous place, but a calm respite to me.