Even in this most holy of cities in Italy, nothing could shake the irreverence out of my friend Dali, seen here "prarying" before the church of this city's revered patron saint. Probably just a coincidence, but Dali lost her charm bracelet (pictured) shortly after this picture was taken. Just saying.
October 5, 2015
I used to joke that if you walked along a street in any Italian city, you'd pass a bar, a sweater store, a pastry shop, a church, a bar, a sweater store, etc. In Ireland, the sequence is a bit different: a pub, a shrine, a pub, a shrine, etc.
October 4, 2015
October 3, 2015
Italians, it seems, have long been fascinated by Hollywood. And vice versa. Here's a four-up of posters for a language school in Rome that I saw on my first visit there. Clark Gable, Vivien Leigh, Humphrey Bogart, Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, Ingrid Bergman. Real Hollywood.
October 2, 2015
I look at this photo from 35 years ago and remember my first trip to Rome with my late friend Dali. The photo was shot on film, long before digital. And the memory has a lovely, slightly fuzzy, old-world quality to it, too. (If all goes as planned, Dr. B and I should be back in the Eternal Città today.)