The Baths of Diocletian

Church bells just rang five times. its late afternoon and I would most like to nap at this time of day. Here I am in a beautiful courtyard, leaning against a pillar. Italian birds sing Italian songs in the palms and pines. I cannot get enough of the white daisies that seem to be in every patch of grass I see. Segments of friezes and capitals are situated atop each other in awkward ways... The glory that was Rome are now but childrens building blocks, to be stacked this way and that most insignificantly. This enclosed area-- peaceful, serene, of the past-- is the Rome I love. Not so much the outside with its rude men drinking large bottles of Heinekens and noisy traffic. Roma, ti amo.