Day Four: Courtesy of the Goodemeades

One unexpected side effect of not having my camera cable: it's surprisingly hard to keep myself entertained in the evenings. I didn't realize how much time I spent last year, sucking the day's pictures down to my laptop, deleting the bad ones, and labeling the rest before I could forget what they were. I find myself at loose ends in the evenings, more than expected, and curse the combination of virtue and light packing that made the only book in my luggage Christopher Hill's The World Turned Upside Down. I cannot brain enough to read about seventeenth-century socio-politico-religious movements right now.

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Four days done; four to go. And then onward to Rome . . . .