Here is a photo of Keats’ friend’s marker. Note the pallet and brushes. Cool, right? Just., take note



We went to the beach Tuesday and it decided it was about time it rained. Gatto and carne type rain. So we took a few pics of the Tyrrhenian Sea and guess what? It looks just like the Atlantic except it’s freddo instead of cold. Brrr… I know my friend Chris will be dismayed when she learns that I didn’t even put my little toe into the surf. Don’t worry dear friend, I’m getting another chance on Monday.
So we left the beach and took the train back to Piramide – where there’s actually a pyramid. We went to the Testaccio food market and bought some fruit and carciofe and plums. Then we went to the cemetery where all the noncatholics who die in Rome are buried. The noncatholics who die outside of Rome are on their own. Anyway, Keats and Shelley are buried there and a lot of other people who aren’t famous. Let me tell you it’s jam packed so don’t think abboudit. Here is a photo of Keats’ marker. “Name writ on water”. This made me weep.