I saw the first Xmas decorations on sale today and we still haven’t had Halloween. My own little spider-man and bat-woman had their party at school yesterday; my son having a second party at another one of these millionaire pads my kids frequent via their rich little Italian friends. The house yesterday was done in […]
… and cause massive traffic jams in my neighbourhood. I mean, couldn’t they have done it on another day? Saturday morning was good for me; I don’t get up till ten and there are plenty of parking spaces for their limos.
All roads approaching Campodoglio were blocked off by chainsmoking Carabinieri, while the riot police read […]
One of the best things about living in Rome is learning its history. For history read legend, if not gossip, self-promotion and smears. Politics as usual, then as now.
Here’s how Livy describes the founding of the city in The History of Rome:
As [Romulus & Remus] were twins and no claim to precedence could be based […]
He was one of those people you imagined would always be around, just because he had always seemed to have been around; there when I was getting my first teenage kicks; there when I dreamt of playing my guitar for people outside my bedroom; there when I danced around the house in West Africa, happy […]
Can you read this? Hello? Is anyone there?
How can I know if anyone can read this?
Linguist with wanderlust,
From the hills of New Guinea to the halls of the Sorbonne,
From the beaches of Bassam to the fields of Friesland,
From the catacombs of Rome to the Blue Mountains of Jamaica.
Currently resident in Dakar, Senegal.
Stet means "Let it stand" and is used by editors to indicate that the original text should be left untouched.
...in Arcadia ego is a pun on a painting by Poussin.
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