- Holiday to Rome (April)
- Got a car (August)
- Holiday to Cornwall (August)
- Junior and infant school amalgamated (September)
- Moved to a new flat with Andy (October)
- Fame (March)
- Doves (May)
- Banksy vs Bristol Museum (August)
- Muse (September)
Sharing trinkets that I have created and ideas that inspire me. Documenting my experiences with stress and depression.
We walked through here a few times and had dinner (Spaghetti Carbonara then Tiramisu) at Bar Navona that night, tempted in by a Howard look-alike (from the Nationwide advert). A large beer turned out to be very large, and I didn't realise how much 1/2 litre of wine was for one person either! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pia http://www.greatbuildings.com/bu http://www.aviewoncities.com/rom http://www.italyguides.it/us/rom |
We walked past here a few times during the day and then again on our way to dinner on the last night, when I stopped to throw in a few coins. I stopped for pistacio, meringue and mandarin ice cream nearby at Il Gelato di San Crispino, which is supposed to be the best ice cream in Rome. It was good ice cream! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tre http://www.aviewoncities.com/rom http://www.italyguides.it/us/rom http://www.rome-tour.co.uk/trevi |
During the hottest part of the day, we wandered through the museum, looking at heads without noses and statues without heads, among other things. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cap http://www.museicapitolini.org/ http://www.sacred-destinations.c |
We then walked along the Tiber and across the Island of Tiberius, back to our hotel for a brief rest. and change of shoes. We walked past the crowded Spanish Steps, approaching it through streets full of designer shops. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spa http://www.italyguides.it/us/rom |
Crocus of yellow, new and gay;
Mauve and purple, in brave array;
Crocus white
Like a cup of light,--
Hundreds of them are smiling up,
Each with a flame in its shining cup,
By the touch of the warm and welcome sun
Opened suddenly. Spring's begun!
Dance then, fairies, for joy, and sing
The song of the coming again of Spring.
by Frances E. W. Harper
They heard the South wind sighing While the snow-drops still were sleeping Not a daffodil nor daisy Though a tremor of the winter And the sunbeams gave them welcome. Soon a host of lovely flowers First to weave for Earth a chaplet And their loved and white haired mother |