Selfie Sticks Parte Uno

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As is tradition with every trip abroad, it's time for a compilation of Selfie Sticks. Deep down in my heart, I hope each year that the fad will have run its course and each year I am disappointed. It's what happens when you put your trust in the mercurial nature of people. Although with bans in places like Disneyland, I might be forgiven for thinking that common sense would prevail, but here in the Eternal City, some things apparently are eternal.

(As always, click to enlarge)

The Man Who Started it All - The Selfie Stick Seller


Day One, Selfie with Pantheon Oculus


Castel Sant'Angelo Selfie


Ponte Sant'Angelo Selfie


Sometimes The Cheap Sticks Don't Work Selfie


Piazza Navona Selfie


The Ultimate - Two Selfies at a Time!


Grand Self-Tour of Europe Selfie


Caught Me Maybe Selfie


Forgot About Me Selfie 


One Last Selfie at the Coluseum Selfie


Foro Romano Selfie


Misuse of Selfie Stick While Insulting the Honor of the Musei Vaticani Selfie
 GoPro in the Musei Vaticani Selfie


Piazza Popolo Family Selfie
(note kid hiding under blanket)


And finally, Back to Plaza Navona Selfie



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