Turns out that when I thought I was training for last month's 10K walk, I was actually getting ready for Rome, the city of eternal walking and getting lost, where no via keeps its name or goes in a straight line for more than two blocks. Our hotel was on a three-block street that had two names. I got lost every time I walked out the door. Not that it really matters once you give up the idea of destinations and just enjoy wandering the narrow streets. I love the warmth of the buildings--not tall gray concrete and steel but warm stucco punctuated by the occasional ruin. All the buildings are about 6 stories tall, with a few church domes or pallazzi rising above the fray. Sadly, graffiti runs rampant, scarring the loveliness.
(to be continued)
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