Io fare una passagiata

 It's early morning in Rome. The cats are up and so am I . My camera in hand and out the door. A couple of hours, an espresso or two, many fotos and a wonderful beginning to another day here in the "caput mundi" where one lifetime is not enough! My morning excursions have taken me from the Vatican to the Termini; from the Spanish Steps to the Baths of Caracalla; from Trastevere to the Trevi Fountain. Many pixels, much leather and a couple of sore legs have resulted in thousands of photos of people, places and things which I rejoice in daily and pass on to all that will look at them. It's a tradition for me. I know that my love for Rome is mine and cannot be passed on to others simply as I wish, but damnit' I'll try!

Grace and I have spent the majority of our lives in or near Boston...a large city with a history of its own. Our travels have taken us west, north and south to other cities, parks, places throughout the country. Each and every trip was a wonderful experience. Each place one I would enjoy returning to. And yes, I Love New York! When I reach out and touch someone in the Campo dei Fiori I get hugged and kissed. Nowhere else does that happen. I believe that I am the same person wherever I stand, therefore there must be something special about a place where care, warmth and love are so readily given. My heart has never left, Bruno will always have a companion...two, Grace is my more than willing side-kick on this journey. As I write this there two friends traveling in Italy, one soon to reach the eternal city and one that just departed. Hope that both of you see some of what I see.
 If you need a rest, a hug, a kind word ask our friends in the Campo, tell them Max and Grace said you need a hug...I doubt that they'll disappoint.
Wine Bar 36 in the Campo dei Fiori, tell them we sent you...and...mi manchi!