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Cat lovers, just for you

A little selection of cats who call Rome home.

This handsome fellow lives in the Protestant cemetery, in the Testaccio district.


This one lives in the Gianocolo district.



And, this one is from Trastevere.




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When in Rome, look ‘way up

I recall fondly the many beautiful chimneys that still exist in Venice. I hadn’t paid much attention to these architectural features in other Italian cities, until the day Peter took me for an exploration of Trastevere and the Ghetto. And, just look at what I have been missing!



This roof sports a small spontaneous garden!

It’s lovely and cool back in Myrtleford, the leaves are starting to drift to the earth. Time to dig out the winter woolens, it seems.


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I guess I am in Rome

At first, all I could see were buildings.


And a stemma or two.


Hi Jane.

And, lots of running sweaty people.


Who didn’t look all that happy.


Then more buildings, with lovely decorative touches.


“In vitium ducit”     Latin scholars, do your stuff.


And, the tail end of those sweaty running, now shuffling, people.


Aha! Then, I saw some old stuff.


And more, that looked rather familiar.



Today marked the running of the Roma marathon. There were several thousand sweaty participants (it was warm), and a cheer squad of at least one hundred for each runner. It was crowded in Rome, and the public transport was a tad dislocated. I have never walked so much since I was a youngster (10 years ago).

Tomorrow, the heavy rain is forecast. My feet said “Thank goodness.”


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Dear Barb

Today, I bought the ingredients to practice making a healthy dish during your stay with me in Rome.

It is very simple, needing only spelt*, onion, pumpkin and stock. And, a few herbs. 

I hope you’ll like it, I licked my dish clean. But then, I was very hungry!

Have you ever seen such a brilliant orange pumpkin? I surely haven’t, back in Australia.


  • To quote this site cereals  “Spelt is a variety of grain or cereal that is closely related to wheat. In fact, spelt likely developed from a hybridization of emmer wheat and wild goat-grass. It is closely related to normal “bread” wheat, but the popularity of bread wheat soon made spelt obsolete, which is why it is considered a “relic” crop“. It seems to be making a comeback in many parts of the world.

At the request of John, here is the recipe:

Spelt with pumpkin (Thanks to Francesca crudoecotto.blog)

300 gr of spelt

200 gr of pumpkin

1 shallot

1/2 teaspoon of dried sage

1 tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil

vegetable broth to taste

Salt to taste

In a saucepan boil the spelt in abundant salted water for about 30 minutes.

Peel the pumpkin and cut it into cubes.

Chop the shallot.

In a large pan heat the oil and add the shallot and the pumpkin.

Brown for 10 minutes, stirring with a wooden spoon.

Drain the spellt and add it to the pan.

Cook over a low heat for about 20 minutes adding the vegetable stock a little at a time.

Add sage, pepper and salt to taste.

Serve warm.



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While I was sleeping

Apparently things were happening that were out of my control. I opened my eyes and saw this. I have no idea what it says. Is this what they mean when they say “A parallel universe”?

When next I became aware of my surroundings, this is what I saw outside the window. “Blessings to you, TV antennae”.

Aha! Now I remember, I booked a trip to Italy, and there I was in Rome.

On my way back from the train station, where I booked my place on train number 8344 to Prato, I  stumbled across several young ladies wearing laurel wreaths on their head. Is this yet another fashion trend that has passed me by? It seems to be a celebration involving prosecco, flowers and confetti, as well as that fetching cranial adornment.

After a cunning bribe later (“Would you like to appear on a world famous blog?”), I am pleased to present Jennifer, a newly graduated Bachelor of Education, whose students will be very lucky to have this vivacious young lady as their guide to all things scholastic. May she enjoy her chosen path in life and always be as happy as  she was today. Grazie, Dottore Jennifer. 

I loved that the fellow grabbed the flowers for the photo op.



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