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Mood: content
Listening to: purevolume: Sherwood: Travelling Alone
Reading: The Jungle (Sinclair)

Saturday, July 23, 2005

*will be away in Venice until Tuesday-ish.

*will stop by Verona (Romeo and Juliet anyone?)

*will die from happiness



(*will pick up some souvenirs..)



Saturday, July 16, 2005

I love the architecture. Love it. Especially of the older apartment buildings: shutters and balconies. Essentially all the apartment buildings near the center of the town look something along the lines of this.

Just a few crappy snapshots with two-minute editing. I've got a whole memory card full, don't worry.

I'll do some real editing when I take these pictures home and will emerge with gleaming finished products. You can expect them in about a year, considering the state of my London photos.

As for now, I'm going to crawl the two feet to bed, because we're driving to the border with France to the tallest mountain in Europe. And thus must wake up before 9 for once...which gives me approximately five hours of sleep.

So a quick overview of today: we went to the city center, an old charming district, the heart of which is Via Roma, a cobblestoned street bursting with clothing boutiques ice cream counter. The ice cream is incredible. Incredible. But I can count on one hand the number of overweight people I saw today. Maybe because today, the youth came out in alarming force. I saw at least a dozen mullets, two dozen rather tight pink shirts on guys, and many of some of the most gorgeous guys I have ever seen in my life. I'm not exaggerating. I think ''preps'' would die of happiness here. Italians are, as a general observation, ridiculously well-dressed (at least compared to the stereotypical American sartorial slop). Late afternoon I witnessed a..god I forgot the word for it. Well, parade-like, only instead of floats with Snow White, it's a sea of youthful faces with arms raised Nazi-style accompanied by a melodious chant. It was an amazing experience. The picture is below. There was a dangerous edge to it. Potential for violence. And it was apparently for peace and for Italy to pull out of Iraq. For the first time, I was rather glad I didn't have to speak English.




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I'm currently in Italy and will continue to be so until the 10th of August and there's nothing you can do about it.

For details, see [link]

(shameless self-promotion)

I'll try to get pictures up. Within a year. (I've barely begun editing the London pictures. And the Maryland pictures from over two years ago? Hah.)