So we were walking around Rome… trudging, actually… for what seemed like hours. And miles. Or kilometers, I suppose, since we were in Rome. Anyway, we wandered toward Campus Martius, past gelato stands and trattorias
In Angels of Paris, author Rosemary Flannery reveals a cityscape filled with angels: angels peeking out of dark corners, peering down from pillars and flagpoles, hanging effortlessly from the long wall of a government building.
“I looked up at the great basilica, and I had two reactions: First, I appreciated its beauty and reverence; but then I thought, ‘What corruption caused someone to spend so much on this building when