This 19th-century Neo-Renaissance palace near Termini Station houses one of the world’s most important collections of ancient art. Sculptures, frescoes, mosaics, coins and goldsmith’s work record the development of Roman artistic culture.
So says the brochure of the Museo National Romano, of which Palazzo Massimo is one of four locations within easy walking distance in Centro Storico – yet another reason why I need at least ten more visits. Mary and I spent a rainy morning walking from room to room and floor to floor being blown away and didn’t even cover all of Palazzo Massimo. Continue reading
In college I majored in the British Romantics, Wordsworth to Yeats mainly. My job as a TA was to teach people how to read poetry aloud.
No way we weren’t going to stop at the Protestant Cemetery on our metro trip back from Ostia Antica. Continue reading
From the minute we decided on our destination cities, Mary knew she wanted to see Ostia Antica. Continue reading
Since I’ve been trying to learn how to paint with acrylics, I’ve learned that just about all painters work from existing images – whether it’s their own sketches or photographs, or images gleaned from all the other sources: books, magazines, Pinterest, etc. & so on.
I find this information extremely permission-giving. Continue reading
Not so many weeks ago I called my best friend Mary and told her I’d discovered my bucket list and was relieved to find it had only one item: Go To Italy With Mary. Continue reading
Spring arrived in fits and starts, and, mirabile dictu, on this late April morning our windows are still open. Continue reading
Around here it may be on a chilly wet morning in February when the first peach blossom arrives, unaware that there will in fact be another freeze and the humans will be left to worry about the fate of all those hill country peaches. But you, peach blossom, have no worries: you only have pink.