Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Ragaazimento! -part 3: "Belevedere/ROMA"...
What I remember most was the bilious air, the via Corso, tired feet and the shrub clad, enshrouded monolith of Octavian's (Emperor Augustus's) mausoleum...which we did not enter.
I remember You atop the Pincio Hill (definitely a "belevedere") from where you can view History AND eternity; least ways, man-made.
We were tired from our pilgrimage. (The coliseum/trevi fountain/Forum/several bars). You laid, casual, on a park bench under deciduous canopy. You were "napping", dreaming, 10,000 miles away, like me, from home...and We were One.
People, tourists, ambled by but did not stare. Something to come, perhaps? The atmosphere. The air was quite still. Expectant.
Then the Storm said, "Bonguorgno!" -thunderclaps, lighting struck St Peter's basilica dome, and the rain bucketed down!
...We ran like children. Sometimes we stopped in doorways, gambling on the downpour ceasing. Then dashed to the nearest Cafe-bar, soaked to the skin, careless!
The Pantheon, that - still intact - ancient "heart-beat" of Rome, pulsed in the after-downpour humidity. Mickey's Osteria, "Miscellenania Cafe", adjacent, gathered our "esprit", folds!
We ordered, "Only the best!"
Later, at our hotel, what I remember most? -showered, toweled, wrapped and warm; how I missed You and I at the Belevedere?...
c 2013/davedelacroix/lord borgo/January/piacenza/italia
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