He better be wishing to come back with me
There's almost too much good stuff to photograph. It is amazing that the city with a million vespas, honking horns, chic fashionistas and the latest in cell phones can have a two thousand year old history. The exoskeleton of the city shows the wear and tear, as evidenced mostly by the sidewalks along the river, if you don't count the obvious sites. The sidewalks appear to have been patched thousands of times and there is just no fixing them anymore. There's graffiti everywhere but after awhile, it sort of blends in with the rest of the gritty scenery. Lots of graffiti in ancient times as well, from what I've read. Given the bloody past of the ancient Romans, a little graffiti seems pretty tame. Anyway, just a short post this morning because I have an audience with the Pope. I plan to let him know my thoughts on the merits of birth control.