Saturday's Traditional Race Around the Circus Maximus

On the way to the traditional Circus Maximus race.

The start of the men's race.

The start of the women's race.

Dannilu takes the women's race despite being wrapped in a comforter...er...I mean toga.

The official coronation ceremony of the victors. Strangely enough, I think this is the first photo that I have posted of our dearly beloved Mr. and Mrs. Akers. For those Rome students who are considering the Rome program, I'm sure all us Romans can assure you that this beautiful couple is more than enough of a reason to come. Anyway, we will write much more about them in the future.

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