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This is the short bits version, as I saw so much today that by 4pm I was just grimly following Bill like a baby duck, not particularly able to parse text or recall images 2 seconds after the fact. I flopped down in the hotel room at 5:30, composed a bit of this, slept two hours, and after posting this I'll be sleeping again.
Hey, request! Could someone find me an icon with the text "Lots of running" with appropriately exciting and motionful imagery? I'd like to be using it on these travel posts, and I just don't have the brains to hunt one up. Still or animated, doesn't matter.
Sign of the day: Aldo & [2nd name] Orificeria. I don't know what that word means and I don't care. [Edit: HA! Oro. Goldsmith.]
Sight of the day: Several thousand starlings swirling around in merging and separating clumps at dusk. They looked almost exactly like an extraordinarily well-rendered simulation of a flock of several thousand starlings.
Events of the day: Walked to a nice medieval church, heavy on frescoes and statues, low on glitz. Walked to the National Archaeological Museum (in preparation for Volcano Day tomorrow) but found their crown exhibits are all being renovated until December 8. We'll come back. Walked the Old Town all day instead, saw another larger church, ate until we were ill, walked until we were falling over.
Food accidentally inhaled: savory rice ball stuffed with something like bolognese sauce and cheese. I got a piece of rice lodged in my sinus and it stayed for twenty minutes. This beats the previous entries of olive oil, lemonsoda, pastries, and I don't remember what-all else we've had to label "not for breathing" on this trip.
Kitch of the day: We walked along a LOT of the tiny market streets today, which are mostly still clumped by type, so we went to the book street and the music street and the ALL CHRISTMAS ALL THE TIME street. My eyes are now completely overwhelmed by Santa playing the drums, 80,000 renditions of Punchinello, busts of Toto (a culturally important comedian who looks like Jeeves), and the world's third tiniest violin. If I'd found a tinier one, I'd have bought it.
Purchase of the day: Very expensive sexy tarot deck from the "tobbaconist" (tabaccheria) which is actually a specialty tarot and playing card shop but for historical tax and gambling code reasons has to sell cigarettes to be allowed to sell cards.
Unexpected event of the day: Getting cornered by a reporter and cameraman while looking for a tiny violin. She asked us in English where we were from. "Seattle... Seattle United States." Why do you come here? We just stared at her for a moment. She stared back. She was not leaving without a soundbite. I said, "I like Punchinello." (It's true.)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arjache added, "I like Toto." (It's hypothetically true. She likes the looks of him, anyway.) We made it clear by body language that this was all she would get, and made our escape.
arjache said afterward, "All I could think was, 'Because Bill led us here.' But that would have taken too long to explain."
Hey, request! Could someone find me an icon with the text "Lots of running" with appropriately exciting and motionful imagery? I'd like to be using it on these travel posts, and I just don't have the brains to hunt one up. Still or animated, doesn't matter.
Sign of the day: Aldo & [2nd name] Orificeria. I don't know what that word means and I don't care. [Edit: HA! Oro. Goldsmith.]
Sight of the day: Several thousand starlings swirling around in merging and separating clumps at dusk. They looked almost exactly like an extraordinarily well-rendered simulation of a flock of several thousand starlings.
Events of the day: Walked to a nice medieval church, heavy on frescoes and statues, low on glitz. Walked to the National Archaeological Museum (in preparation for Volcano Day tomorrow) but found their crown exhibits are all being renovated until December 8. We'll come back. Walked the Old Town all day instead, saw another larger church, ate until we were ill, walked until we were falling over.
Food accidentally inhaled: savory rice ball stuffed with something like bolognese sauce and cheese. I got a piece of rice lodged in my sinus and it stayed for twenty minutes. This beats the previous entries of olive oil, lemonsoda, pastries, and I don't remember what-all else we've had to label "not for breathing" on this trip.
Kitch of the day: We walked along a LOT of the tiny market streets today, which are mostly still clumped by type, so we went to the book street and the music street and the ALL CHRISTMAS ALL THE TIME street. My eyes are now completely overwhelmed by Santa playing the drums, 80,000 renditions of Punchinello, busts of Toto (a culturally important comedian who looks like Jeeves), and the world's third tiniest violin. If I'd found a tinier one, I'd have bought it.
Purchase of the day: Very expensive sexy tarot deck from the "tobbaconist" (tabaccheria) which is actually a specialty tarot and playing card shop but for historical tax and gambling code reasons has to sell cigarettes to be allowed to sell cards.
Unexpected event of the day: Getting cornered by a reporter and cameraman while looking for a tiny violin. She asked us in English where we were from. "Seattle... Seattle United States." Why do you come here? We just stared at her for a moment. She stared back. She was not leaving without a soundbite. I said, "I like Punchinello." (It's true.)
arjache added, "I like Toto." (It's hypothetically true. She likes the looks of him, anyway.) We made it clear by body language that this was all she would get, and made our escape.arjache said afterward, "All I could think was, 'Because Bill led us here.' But that would have taken too long to explain."
