It is 3:30, raining and quiet. After being up late last evening I thought sleep would be long and sound. But, I'm up. The small vase in hand and rain gear in place, it's down to the Campo. like I said, 3:30...a couple of bars are still open with a few "never say die" types holding up the bar. And, the city workers are cleaning the piazza, removing broken bottles and other left-over debris. I'll come back.
An hour later, still drunks and workers, but looking like the end is near. I walk down via Giubbonari, slowly, checking the windows, killing time. Up via Chiavari to the apartment we stayed first. Opening the vase was easy-hard,miserable. Now some of Grace is here eternally. The walk continues and I return to the Campo dei Fiori. Silence, solitude and rain...a perfect time in the proper setting. My indomitable wife has her final say. She will be watching over the Campo the with all her heart forever. She slowly vanishes with the rain into the cobblestones. I rinse the vase in the pure water of Rome and allow her final essence to cascade over the lonely statue of Bruno Giordano, as do my tears.
This is my on line "Collector's Cabinet". It is non-profit and haphazard at best. I leave it to you to sort through and make sense of.The views are mine. The collection reflects some of my interests. But the material must be credited to the vast internet. Otherwise, I never would have been able to amass such a treasure trove. The purpose of this exercise is entertainment, naturally mine, but even more so yours. So, please let me know if anything strikes a chord with you.
no more tear jerker posts please.
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One can only hope that they have someone like you to see them home, where ever that may be, when the timing is right.
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