A reluctant tourist's stream-of-consciousness spirals through Rome's sun-drenched Giardino degli Aranci: acrobatic jets overhead dredge up a grim German tragedy, an off-key Elvis crooner grates, heels sink into pebbles, and a too-polite, too-short suitor fails to impress—or even buy a prosecco. From bored sighs to bladder panic, one woman's hilariously miserable June day begs the question: why didn't she stay home?
Created for Cities and Memory.
ALSO in MY Cities and Memory series
- Sound Weaver's Incantation
- Just before leaving
- What's happening in Seattle?
- Instructions for a safe crossing
- One unconfutable proof
- In the interest of safety
- Sound(s) matter(s)
- We won the war against poverty
- Trailblazing astronaut Robert H. Lawrence Jr.
- Sound of empty
- I love you Odysseus
- For the country
- It's not a wave, it's a river
- Stealing souls in Venice
- Airport, carousel
- Borsellino and Falcone: death of anti-mafia magistrates