For some reason these posters in Rome made me think of Mastodon.
We finally made it to a stretch of the Appian Way that we couldn't explore much because it had fast traffic and limited sidewalks. Still good to listen to the movement in situ, but then we couldn't figure out a safe way to walk to the catacombs half a mile away to compete the piece.
Anyway, here is a pine of the Appian Way.
And here is a bee napping in a flower that makes a perfect bee hammock:
First we tried to go to a department store with an aqueduct in its basement, only to learn that it has two branches and we were in the wrong one.
Then we tried to walk across a park between a metro station and some catacombs on the Appian Way, except that I led us in a path more reminiscent of the Beavis and Butthead movie than anything else. Fortunately said park also had some great meadows full of the buzzing of tiny bees. From there, #florespondence of the Appian Way:
And finally, a wonderful marble statue titled "Gladiator reads news on his phone between bouts". Probably.
Pines of the Villa Borghese and the Janiculum
We spent the first half of this week in a holiday camp outside Rome proper, chosen mainly for cheapness + appeal to the kids. Not really my scene-especially because we had to rent a car to go anywhere and the driving here is... not what I'm used to-but it did have this wonderful canopy of pine trees.
And sorry Vegas, but the original Caesar's Palace is still the best.
Serious peril for stick figures on the Rome metro.
A little free library in an exurb of Rome.
And here is some very old advertising
In an emergency, I will definitely make sure to consult this clear and simple diagram in the hotel lobby.
After dinner, we went to a chamber concert we saw advertised on posters around town, in some dinky venue. "meh"
Florence has a huge, gorgeous 19th-Century synagogue, which doubles as a Jewish museum. I've never seen such a perfect simultaneous statement of "we are of here" and "we are of the Middle East" in a single building. I was surprised by how much that moved me. That plus a contextualisation of the grand building as celebrating the freedom to be visible as a community after centuries of confinement in the ghetto.
Florence continues to be ridiculous.