A very happy American (with aching feet and puffy eyes) pauses by the rushing Tiber. Behind me, the bridge that connects us to Trastevere, a robust little community teeming with artists, street merchants, and highly independent souls. Demonstrations daily. Art fairs. Fabulous food. Every language imaginable creates a river of babble bouncing off the old walls.
Morison stayed in the Trastevere district when he lived in Rome (for six months, as part of the Rome Prize award). I'm enjoying your blog very much. Such exciting happenings. The pictures are fabulous. I love that DeMura was a philanthropist as well as an artist. (I WANT A SMART CAR! I fell in love with them when Mo and I were last in Italia....)
All is well here. Your kitties are happy and your house is newly cleaned ($75). I sat on the deck writing and meditating while Elke slaved away.
It's beautiful here, and... I dream of Italy.
My love to you both. -kimberly
Posted by: Kimberly Sheppard | April 11, 2007 at 05:27 PM
You look just like Mother in this photo--I gasped as I opened it up! She would have loved all of this don't you think? Or rather, she's loving it now! I wish I were there with you--I'd help Arthur's search so you and I would have time to shop for leather!
Happy Easter! Love, Moo
Posted by: Michelle Anderson | April 11, 2007 at 09:02 AM