Rome, Day 5

I think perhaps the main experiences in Rome take place at tables.

Tell the truth, only feel I can take a couple of people seriously

Given friendly, incorrect bus, stop locations, I finally found the correct stop on my own missing the bus by one minute

I have studied and wanted to come here to the location of the Battle of Milvian Bridge for a couple of decades. One of my Facebook “friends” says how happy she is that I’m coming to my “favorite” places. Perhaps it is less that my “friends” don’t know me, than that they can’t. At least not in a way that I myself would consider close to me.

However little actually there is in fact present and possible to “absorb”, I always stay at such places until I feel like I have gotten what I can. Often uncertainly little.

The battle here likely left no scars to find, though perhaps once upon a time metal detectors…