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.