I loved Rome ... walking all day, exploring the streets and the sights, meeting people like the artist, the guide and the Greenpeace guy from Milan; riding on the back of a scooter with a Roman friend, meeting and eating with his family; spending hours wandering Castel Sant'Angelo, sometimes just sitting and watching as life passed me by; receiving excessive amounts of hand-kissing attention from Enzo, the waiter who decided I might be a waif, and then this evening alone to drink Chianti and read ...
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