On our last day,
Marc took over the role of tour director for the DeYoung clan and led us on a
lovely walk along the Tiber River to Trastevere. We stopped at a small church, Santa Cecilia, and saw a very
old and very lovely 13th century fresco.
We then walked up the Janiculum Hill to the park there and enjoyed
breathtaking views of the city
and of charming Roman children
dressed for Halloween. In the afternoon, we took another walk—this
time to the Presidential Palace and two more churches—a Jesuit church and a
Carmelite church in the neighborhood of the palace. By this time we were exhausted and hungry but very content
with our wonderful Roman holiday.
After a final meal at Fraterna Domus, we boarded the bus. As seasoned couchette travelers, we all slept soundly en
route to St. Aloyse in Strasbourg
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Rome |
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is a city of |
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fountains |
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and pigeons |
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and fountains and pigeons |
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Rome is a city of |
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graffiti |
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even on a Raphael |
and scooters
and little cars
and tiny trucks
and Romans
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Rome is a city of |
sculpture
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odd |
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old old old |
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sculpture held together |
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with marble colored cable ties (XXL please) |
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ornate |
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casually brilliant |
And sculpture so good that even its shadow is gorgeous
and tourists
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and fountains |
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Roma è una città di |
vendors
and stairs
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spike heels + cobblestones? |
and feet
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marble |
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tapestry |
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wet |
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glass |
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tired |
and no place to sit
and fountains
Rome is a city of
astonishing light
and windows
and secrets
and ceilings
and drains
and
and
and
and
and
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Italian stone pine (I looked it up) |
and
and
and
and
Rome
is
a
city
of
fountains
Ciao Roma
Grazie Mille!
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