The photos are at last somewhat organized, and posted: all the Rome you could possibly stand. I went a bit camera-happy while I was there, in no small part because I was photographing for four — my sister didn’t bring her camera, my stepfather’s broke on our second day there, and my mother rarely remembered to grab one of her disposables as we headed out the door.
The images, however, are a lovely reminder of the week, a reminder I need, as the Claremont vortex has definitely kicked in. Somehow, no matter how far away I go, or how long I’m there, within fifteen minutes of getting back to town it’s like I was never gone at all. The pictures are a nice bit of proof, though, that I was there, and saw (and heard, and tasted, and smelled, and felt) all that.