No football to this point in the journey, sorry Rodger and Karen.  (Except for the glare of Friday Night Lights in our backyard.)

But minus the horse-drawn carriage (at Fiera di Loreto, that in some way I never bothered to shoot), iPhone replacements are all in their proper place.

I’ve grown accustomed to the original look, however.  Better just to let it be, perhaps, leaving the requisite acknowledgments in their stead.

whereas today the sound check and the backstage pass were a breeze.

Only that still left us uninvited to the party: must have been the way we were dressed!