Journals

The fabled Coliseum A relic of its former fame, Some 2,000 years before Blood-sport for the thirsty masses’ game – Beneath the now invisible floor There remains their ever-potent smell, Gladiators, Christians and Slaves; Kept masked in waiting cells Before being raised to the fight, The fight of the depraved Almost always short-lived   For either glory or life, Brought to an end by the sword of survival And the cheers of callous Romans Falling on their shoulders –   All roads lead to the immortal and imperfect Eternal City , How do you say, when in Rome , “See what the Romans did?” Stroll past the Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon and Piazza Navona, Discover Italian cuisine and wine in a local trattoria, Watch the world go by with a gelato or two. Insert your hand into the mouth of truth, Explore the Vatican City and witness The Birth of Man directly above you.