Strolling around Villa Borghese a week or so ago, I noticed these fine gentlemen.
I'm not entirely sure who they are or their significance but they all seem to be suffering some sort of nasal problems.
Two have completely lost their noses and the other two have slightly miss fitting noses.
I love on the broken nosed men that they have a small spike on which to attach a new nose and I'm quite taken with the idea of having several spare noses to wear whenever the mood struck you. A bit like Mr Potato head, you could swap pieces over to give you an entirely new look.