Saturday, October 15, 2016

Rome day 28

A 37 day imaginary travelogue of a trip to Rome (with a few scattered other places such as New York). This is written to match the journey I am actually taking, and so each post is concurrent with the more or less actual day my wife and I are experiencing in Rome.

What day number are we on?: 28

Level of writer's drunkenness (in real life, scale of 1-10): one

What am I eating (in real life again)?: well, I had a few bites of salmon salad (arugula, salmon, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, salt, shaved garlic and turmeric and ginger, onion, and walnuts). I am roasting some cauliflower with Parmesan and walnuts for a garden potluck tonight. I didn't grow the cauliflower.

Map or picture?: Cats at the Largo Argentina Cat Sanctuary

Any other notes/Status: I feel the "what I am eating" section gives a picture.

Today's Entry:

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

Oh, okay, let's pay a little attention to the man behind the curtain, even though we have been scrupulously not. And the man behind the curtain is: 

This trip, no matter how unusually, wonderfully long it has been, is going to end. We have five days left here in Rome. Are there things I have meant to do here that I have not done? Is there something I will bitterly regret if I don't do it? Were there gifts, trinkets, baubles I hoped to purchase? Did I want to send postcards, go for a swanky meal, try a certain pizza place, drink a 30 euro glass of lemoncello? Now is the time. 

I wanted to see the Caravaggio in the Vatican Museum. I wanted to go the Palazzo Valentini and see the 3D, multimedia Roman Ruins the Palazzo is built over. I wanted to go to that dairy store way West of the central city. I wanted to go to the Palazzo Spada and see the false perspective garden that Borromini made. I wanted to go to the Colosseum finally. I wanted to try pizza over at Pizza Florida.

But instead we go visit the cats at the cat sanctuary one more time. I give them ten euros and say hi to Giussepe, a slender white cat I have taken to. In the evening we walk around shopping without a lot of conviction, but plenty of pleasure, in shops we have mostly been to already. We go get wine at a place called Cul de Sac and drink chianti slowly and for a long time. 

But no matter how slow we go, the day still passes.


  1. I have never roasted parmeasean. Does it get crunchy?

    1. Yes it does. A sort of fancy restaurant might shred it and put it over a small inverted cup and make a very clever edible roasted Parmesan cup to put other food in.


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