Our street in Travestere is really hopping, even more than near the Pantheon where we had dinner and then heard an American chorus sing in a beautiful grand church. Street singer with accompanying chimes just around the corner. A young Italian girl at the streetcar stop came up and asked if we had seen Mrs. Doubtfire. I thought she meant it was playing at a cinema in Rome. Turns out she meant Janet reminded her of Mrs. Doubtfire. Those quaint English speakers, you know. Funny because I had told Gretchen (friend who is here) the other night that SHE looked like Mrs. Doubtfire. Anyway we connected about Robin Williams and I did a little Robin Williams/Mrs. Doubtfire falsetto routine.
The more remote past here is a blur. Have seen approximately 4,972 shards. It's all a big jig saw puzzle without the box cover to guide you.
This morning I jogged across the river and up a couple of streets to the Circus Maximus (Circo Massimo to us Italians). Ran around it once - 600 meters down the stretch. It was hard to imagine chariots racing where I was running but I tried. We had dinner with an American friend of a friend who is part of a group trying to revive the chariot races in the Circo Massimo - an exciting venture.
Having some gorgeous sunny days. Good for wandering in and out of narrow streets, into sunny piazzas and along the river. Janet photographed skateboarders today on the island in the river near us.
At night it's cold but tonight all the outdoor tables are crammed with people. Heat lamps keep the diners warm.
Tomorrow the Pope is visiting Rabbi Goldbergi (joke) at the main synagogue across the river from
us. Lots of T.V. station vehicles parked outside today. Somehow we didn't receive I.D. cards for entrance.
Don't ask me who was buried in Caesar's tomb when we return. Each new fact seems to wipe the slate clean. Oh well, it's good to start each day with an open mind. I can remember the visuals, which is good because it saves on postcards.
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