Rome March 2005 I'm in Trastevere.

Rome March 2005

I'm in Trastevere, that acquired-taste of a Roman neighborhood that is a challenge each moment of every day, beginning with the first gradation outside on an early spring morning --- and a cause to stumble over one of the gaps created by way of millions of missing cobbles. The spaces between the intact patch ups are stuffed with cigarette targets bits of plastic, odure of each description, and brave blades of novel grass. All I want is to make it to the Ombre Rosse the Red Shadows cafe, for a cappuccino, in this way I walk carefully, one notice tracking danger on the turf For months, I have dreamed of a daily ramble to this cafe where I can, for ten days at least, be wrought up like I am back in Italian life.

A consummate set of car and house key-notes is resting on an iron trash receptacle as I pass between the walls of the Piazza ...