The silver sea

Doomed to Disappear

Now that I am back in Rome, and getting ready to hibernate for the winter, one of my favorite pastimes is to go to the street market below my house and smell the wonderful aromas and listen to the general chatter and banter of the people who parade up and down.

 The familiar faces and street vendors are part of the pleasure , the old ladies stroke Raffles and fuss over him, the lady at the bar brings me my black coffee with the special sweeteners and I read my newspaper , slightly distracted  by the noise and the general confusion surrounding me. 

  I feel a sense of belonging to this community and even though I am not Italian, I immensely enjoy the total chaotic, somehow coordinated magic mess that this street market offers!  

As you can see they sell absolutely everything from fruit, fish, old clothes, pictures, second hand books,  handbags , shoes, and lots of tempting articles that are useless but that are just fun to buy !

However this wonderful street is all about to change, amongst the shouts of the vendors and the old ladies gossiping  and complaining , there is a distinct, sound of building and construction noises humming away in the background and I fear that in the near future , this wonderful and sensuous street market that unites everybody in the morning,  is about to be shoved inside into a ghastly shopping mall ! 

Thank god that these  things take time in Italy !

I am feeling very frivolous today so here you are

"Next Life" by Woody Allen 
                                
 In my next life I want to live my life backwards.

You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born.

And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila....You finish off as an orgasm! 

WHAT DID I DO THIS WEEKEND OF FINANCIAL DISASTER !

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Beautiful Beautiful Istanbul

This Picture says it all !!!

Images of Italy and doubts for the future!.

Things are becoming very complicated in Italy, there is a general feeling of repression, an economic crisis leading to a backlash against immigrants , talk of order and of putting soliders in the cities, to replace policmen. I am feeling a general sense of unease about living here, so here are a few images of daily life when times were more pleasant !