Bella Napoli

This week I’m in Naples attempting to get into the museum’s storage room. That’s proving extremely difficult as they are doing renovations, so in the meantime I’m enjoying the city! Grateful for excellent students, amazing pizza, and a neat AirBNB owner with plenty of books.

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Adventures in Roma (con.)

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if I were braver, I would drive this. As a wonderful person pointed out to me, however, I would die from whiplash before impact. I wonder which is the more courageous way to die? Things my inner Leonidas ponders.

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some things never get old... including Roman garden design.

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does anyone else see a satyr? Bit more bestial than my resting friend, though.

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speaking of resting friends...

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and more resting friends

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Roma in one photo.

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one of my favorite bookstores near the Academy.

Back In Roma!

May have discovered my favorite bookstore in the world, at least so far. I was exploring just one section labeled Archaeology, and looked up to realize that almost the entire store was full of Classical texts. The. Entire. Store. 

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A small sample... 

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onto Monti! To pay a visit to my favorite shop, and scope things out before the summer sales begin.

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Finally, a trip to Bar Monti. Mr. Browne and CS Lewis continue to provide excellent company. 

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Morning in Rome!

This morning I arrived in Rome on time and with energy. The smell of the airport, the feel of the air, the messy streets... I love it here. At the hotel, I was greeted with a customary complimentary cafe and cornetto. Have I mentioned how much I love Rome?

I was almost falling asleep in the service today, but I'm so glad I went to St. Pauls! It was such a great service for Pentecost. More than anything, I am so grateful to arrive and be greeted with friends like Jane and Bernie.

Last year, I said that I have never returned to a place a second time. This summer will be my third in Rome, and it feels more like coming home than going somewhere. Everything is sweetly familiar. I must be crazy, or in love with this City, to justify the type of irrational joy I experience from the smell of the airport and the streets. It's dirty, and messy, and sometimes, frankly gross. Yet, amidst the chaos there is this sweet high note of ephemerality. It is inexplicable.

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Hotel room in Monteverde

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Jane in the cortile outside St. Pauls.

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So strange to be here without Peter.

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That light though!

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Free breakfast.

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Someone has recently embellished Peter's sculpture.