The Other Me

It was a short stay but nice

Like a fine veal cut



Or so they seem to think at the Covered Market in Oxford.
Fine Massacre Day, friends!

So The Love is going:
“Is this your definition of 'NEXT'?”

And I'm shrugging him off, for to me “next” bears no sign -no stigma - of the instantaneous, even if definitions specify immediacy.
This is the next blog, isn't it?
So what the fuss is all about?

( The Bibliotheca Hertziana is not about to go anywhere... )

As usual, more pictures are available from my Flickr account.

Today I had a sad,
So went down to the kitties.
They told me all was fine,
And did I have the crunchies?

They did a little dance:
I had brought some crunchies
They covered me with hair,
And I had a happy.

French street artist C215 has been posting some of his stencils over Rome and while I am still to spot any of his Roman cats series, yesterday i spotted two of his homage to Caravaggio stencils on a post box on Via del Babuino.

This is the side towards Piazza del Popolo:



And this is on the other side (Direction Piazza di Spagna):



I have collected a few more here but you can also look at his whole portofolio there.

Meanwhile there is a car covered in snow just underneath my window: probably from someone who lives in Rocca Priora or Rocca di Papa.
Here,  midway up the slope to Frascati, we have only rain.

" Poets go to bed earliest, followed by short story writers, then novelists. The habits of playwrights are unknown."

I think I am going to make myself a T-shirt with this on. A big one, to go in bed in.

I liked that scene.



Frascati, this morning.

The usual place.