The Vestal Morons

Julian's family. Now our adopted Italian family as well. Generous beyond belief, welcoming beyond understanding, and a heck of a lot of fun.

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Anonimo ha detto…

It is good to have finally visited that which I have heard so much about.

John your articles take on a new meaning as I read them here with pictures spread throughout.

Rome is unique in this world. It is a place where one can see, all wrapped into one, the great heights to which men can acheive as well as the ultimate destiny we all share -- death. I have never visted a more profound place in the world. Enjoy it; cherish it; learn from it.

All the best!

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