At Rome's Opera House Several weeks ago

This is just way too cool not to put up. From the opera house. I just wish blogger would let it be a little bigger. (Courtesy of Danni Ampi)

From the ballet several weeks ago at the opera house.

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Follow my Whimsy ha detto…

What was playing? I'm curious. :)

4:17 PM

Anthony Smitha ha detto…

Absolutely glorious.

6:41 AM

Elizabeth ha detto…

Cinderella on a battle ship.. If I heard correctly..

9:09 AM

Dr. Thursday ha detto…

Eureka!

I am sad because I could have been posting comments for three months on this thrilling blogg.

But I am happy because I have found a connection to a friend. (Yes, sort of like the woman who found her lost silver piece.)

And I would post a connection from my blogg, but I have committed to post only Advent postings.

With all Chestertonian admiration and best wishes, to the Heavenly Twins in the Eternal City, from a "distant uncle"...

Paradoxically yours,
Dr. Thursday

5:34 PM

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