randomly _odnovremenno_
said that if too wide open mouth to swallow a bigger piece, you can dislocate his jaw, and so and stay with my mouth agape. It seems that something similar happened to me during a trip to Rome. This is too big a piece of me was not on the teeth. I never realized I liked the city or not - every time I tried to sum up and say to yourself - "yeah, he was Rome" - from the bend to appear that it is quite new and unusual, breaking and mixing all previous conceptions of him. And after a long day at the effaced in the blood of his feet still did not want to stop needed to know, and that there is more to it turning ....
unlikely that I will tell you that something unusual. Resented as a Roman, then - "how to say even though what is new about this city. " They say it happened in the first century AD. So. Rome - the capital of the Empire, with huge squares and closed facades homes in the classical style, with wide streets, where it is impossible to hide from the summer sun. It is a city of dictators, where on orders of Mussolini razed house, hills, palaces, to the window in a more visible Coliseum. Probably related to Rome will depend greatly on relations with the authorities and the authorities of each. So I thought at first. After several quarters of the city was already different.
Historical buildings the time of Caesar and the gladiators come across on every corner - It is not usual for a bunch of other places the stones, to which we must have respect, just because it's history - this is a huge structure, large in size, than many modern houses. Multimillion-dollar city that can afford a spacious square and half-empty parks. The old ladies are going for a moped boys are outside playing football, dove, too lazy to take off, crossing the street at a green light at a pedestrian crossing (it seems the only one who is in compliance with rules of the road)
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City smells like cypress and cries of cicadas. At each corner of the oleander blooms. Images of saints next with advertising pizza (pizza is not the way I used to - soft, crisp and potatoes. And on the wall hangs a high school diploma pitstsedelaniya). Woman what is the long story icon of the Virgin Mary. Tourists and Romans, looking at them as if the invasion of barbarians is still not finished. I expected to see cats in the Coliseum (my original idea of Rome emerged as a child of Gianni Rodari stories and magazine "Around the World" in 1968 with my grandmother's attic) - But the cats were only on postcards and calendars
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Calendar of young priests, a couple of years ago, performing the furor seems became a bestseller and you can find at any newsstand. Senor September cute and good smiles. Nuns indignantly look at my constantly slipping sundress - and perhaps a little envy - the temperature in the sun for 40 and save multi piety certainly not easy. Memes wrapped in brilliantly polyester know this better than anyone. Faded walls of buildings shielding the blue blue sky (in that color until I saw in Italy. On numerous pictures "of Italy, who so loved the world, why then draw it much more pale - probably looking at pictures is hard to believe that this is not a defect color). Before the ruins of a large circus, where he once rode a chariot of Ben Hur, two tiny figures suit evening jog. More there is nobody there. Antique marble columns and sculptures. "After Carrara marble as you live with the dust plaster?" (More on the list) Tsvetaeva finally becomes clear.
Water. Perhaps the most impressed with hundreds of fountains. From the huge buildings of various epochs and myths of overloaded symbols to simple iron columns. I never understood, whether the water from underground sources or from the aqueduct, built during the days of ancient Rome. It is unusual bluish color, the cool, clean and tasty, the only saving from the heat and a little enlivening tired legs
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Vatican. How did miss the chance and did not visit another country? Dual impression is generally from religion. At least in that part of the Vatican where we let in, there is no sanctity. Feel the power and wealth. St. Peter's, where the presence of tiny people at the foot of the columns is almost imperceptible. Halls of the Vatican Museums, masterpieces covered, which can not be considered - through the halls evicted thousands of people, under the words uttered in 8 languages is not talk, do not take photos, do not stop. Have time to remember only the blue color in the paintings of Raphael. Surly looks inhabitants of this country to ensure its own long-infallibility. Religion in childhood was different. Pope's visit to Mexico have always been multi-day national holiday. Falling crime rates, which have never been able to reduce any international commission. People smiled at each other in the streets around the house Pope days and nights were crowds wanting to wish him good morning, sing a song or yell something like «Juan Pablo, hermano, ya eres mexicano" («Juan Paul, brother, you are now Mexican. " ) The city was covered with white and yellow balloons, and when dad was flying, almost every roof there were people with a mirror, sending him goodbye millions sunbeam. Dad died. The Vatican has long been nothing to do with Mexico City. Yes, and my nezamutnennogo and faith in the good pastors somewhere lost.
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I'm trying to expand "on the shelves," yesterday's experiences and I am painfully missing information. So - one day a flutter in the eternal city.
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