We are spending our mornings within the Coliseum, the Borghese Gallery, the Pantheon, the Vatican; not to mention the underground tunneled maze of Priscilla’s Catacombs. The history boggles the mind, the interwoven symbolism drifts somewhere just above our heads, while our arms are much too tiny to grasp the enormity of it all.

We take to the streets. Today, the theme was twofold.

A dispute with the law, flirting with men in uniform, and connected to someone in cyberspace…and always with that inimitable Italian flair.

A bride among the ruins, a bride in the arms of disaster and a bride determined to make it to the church on time: