When in Rome...
I just woke up and decided to post.
The truth is we haven't stopped moving and yesterday we were up at the crack of
dawn to make the first tour of invitations.
Mona has not been here in ages and it is my first visit ergo; we
are taking in all that is offered. I say that I do
not want to look like a tourist anywhere, and Mona keeps saying; but we are
tourists!
The Obelisk in front of the
Pantheon!
Liar, I thought, kneeling with the others,
The dome of St. Peter's shone yellowish
gold, like butter and eggs.
My God, I prayed anyhow,
as if made in the image and likeness of Him.
Nearby,
a handsome priest
looked at me like a stone;
I looked back, not desiring to go it alone…
~Henri Cole
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