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Spot's Spot

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Spot's Spot skip to main | skip to sidebar Spot's Spot bleh. Friday, May 18, 2007 Postscript Italy 07 We'd walked and walked and walked all day. How proud I was of your geriatic knee. A quiet, non-descript lane shaded from the heat of a dusty Roman afternoon. Perhaps a tad bit shabby, yet oddly dignified amidst the madness of the surrounding streets. Cobblestones omnipresent. Of course they are. Shaky iron table outside the neighbourhood bar. A simple plain tablecloth, the tiniest pot of ...some kind of foliage. Is there danger of sneaky pigeon bombs? Our dark-skinned waiter - all toothy smiles in his waistcoat, sleeves and apron. A single bottle of peach tea. Two glasses - prego, prego! - he insists. There's a flower shop across the street, on the corner. Pots and pots of gaily happy flowers. Even the blazing sun cannot but admire them, softening its blinding heat to a light, golden caress. I take a picture of you - seated across from me at our little t...

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