Today I had the pleasure to climb five hundred some steps to the dome at the top of Saint Peter’s Basilica, walk to Colliseum (to find that it was closed), drink absinthe, eat dinner with an Italian man and his Spanish love whom he was trying to convince to move to Rome permanently and take photographs of 10 year-old Italian skaters.
What a sight the Collisseum is against the open sky. It is a place that talks of eternal things and reminds one of everything that is best in the world.
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.