Even before I’d seen the two good comments on yesterday’s post I was worrying about whether I had given a true picture.1 Maybe you think I don’t like Rome, that I’m itching to return? Well, no. I do like Rome.
Last night, walking Mel, I did a little grocery shopping. Among the purchases, a cou...
Of course you can't go back; but -- oh great: I start writing in one spare minute and my mother interrupts. so here I am more than a day later trying to remember how I had planned to proceed and lamenting a lost mobile phone and a broken back tooth. The phone is surely on the floor of the rental car...
Incredible are the folly and perversity of a public that will leave unread writings of the noblest and rarest of minds, of all times and all countries, for the sake of reading the writings of commonplace persons which appear daily, and breed every year in countless numbers like flies; merely becau...
This is odd. Last night I went on the Critical Mass Rome bike ride again, and it was a very pleasant, sedate affair. We pedaled slowly along the Lungotevere and up the via Cavour (and elsewhere) notably to give people on motorized two-wheelers a hard time.
