my first impression of rome was german. german graffitti, cheezy american 1980s movies dubbed into german, german tourists. LOTS of german tourists. including one very tall very blonde laddie singing of all things God Save the Queen in just about the most german accent ever.
after that: art, churches, roman ruins.
gipsies of course quite a different connotation over here than in america, but ... maybe when i actually hold down a job and address ... the women beg and steal and the men play music. perhaps not so different, after all.
saw keats & shelley museum as well, which was wonderful. santa maria maggiore is the 'best' church; my favourite, anyway.
it's all a bit overwhelming. and they play shakira everywhere. suddenly 'my hips don't lie' is the theme of italy. the clock is counting down; must fly ...
darling do you want to live again the broken parts will mend ... everybody always breaks your heart it makes you who you are ... pax tecum ...
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