Nematologicus Populusque Romanus

A satisfying voyage to witness the glories of Rome. Byron and Keats capture the emotions of living the city better than I can so I will refer to the latter for words of well-deserved praise. One thing that Childe Harold did not see, as far as I was told, was the City of Rome Pipe Band. He probably also missed the cars burning in the streets. I stayed in a building in the center of it, which was a striking scene to see upon emerging from the Metro on the way to get some fine pasta. Good eats to be had. And yea, there was such splendor to behold (click here for pictures). Even the ruins of the city speak to its vivacity and endurance. Before my poetic waxing gets too uncomfortable, I will let another English-speaker take responsibility for me (although he himself put his sentiment in Latin): "As long as the Colisæus stands, so shall Rome; when the Colisæus falls, Rome shall fall; when Rome falls, so falls the world." The statue did fall, but the meeting place for charioteers, Christians, and other hapless swordsmen makes a nice substitute.