Today, I had a much more normal night of sleep. The second I woke up is when the normal ended, though, because the first thing I heard was a muffled but booming chorus of people – it sounded like dozens – that seemed to be mere feet away from my window. I got to the window just as it finished, but I caught a little bit of the action :
Don’t know what or who that was; but it seems strangely appropriate in Roma.
The first part of my day was typical Rome – pasta, sunlight, gelato, and peace. After lunch I settled on to a park bench to just stare at a fountain and the pigeons on it. If you watch closely, there is running water nearby almost everywhere in Rome – fountains from the practical to the decorative are on almost each and every block. Well, whatever random and indescribable shape the proximate roads around a series of buildings make – nothing resembles a square in this town.
What I thought about sitting in the park, mostly, was the task at hand for the day. I would be meeting with the people who run the Torre Argentina Cat Sanctuary in the center of Rome. I won’t try to rewrite their history here, you can get that straight from their website, but the Sanctuary was a special place for me ever since my first visit in 2011.