Today is Ferragosto, a special holiday in Italy. Life is quiet, closed, we let go.
On this day, I am always walking down a Roman street, almost home on Via Angelo Tittoni.
It’s too much, heavy history, emotions – back when the city used to shut down completely, for two weeks, at least.
I love it and hate the heat. I’ve just had one of those 3 hour lunches, not uncommon, unique to Rome.
Sun at its highest, I can’t look up, church bells so loud, I am so alone, ringing ‘this is not your city, and it will never be”
yet it always is…
