When our Italian friends were here last week, I made certain to show off our very own Teatro Romano without thinking all that much about it. Days later, upon a bit more reflection, I told Rebecca that I may have oversold the attraction: to have the remains of a Roman theatre in an Italian town probably would be like showing off a pig patch in Georgia. Still, it strikes me as pretty neat (even if, at this moment in the trip, I only have a meta pic).

Now, the point of that whole story is to tell U another one. While we’re moving along the mechanized walkway, which goes uphill faster than these old legs have been known to carry us, I was forced one day to stop along the way (transfixed by the images on one of the town’s video displays, which keep the tourists entertained in the course of their day). The meta pic here is even worse:

Imagine an architect’s hand drawing plans on the screen. Wonder, as I do, what is going on with the restoration of these “ruined ruins” that still hold a prominent spot on every Tourist Map of Spoleto. In an early post on this blog, or maybe in Emails Abroad (a companion volume), I told the story of the day we spent in search of lost times. Looking ahead, I hope to dig deeper.

House wines, served by fractions of a liter
(A quarter at lunch and a half at dinner),
Are almost all anyone needs to consider.

But when you splurge for a 750 ml. bottle,
Like the ones we’re used to in the States,
The restaurant sells it to you at retail rates.

After the usual interlude of caffè e cornetti to start the day,
The drama of this morning’s walk down Il Corso Garibaldi
Is played out in i negozi di vestiti. Rebecca’s passionate
Regard for fashion goes to show: all the world’s a stage.