Here lies one whose name was writ in water.– John Keats epitaph
(MARCH 2012) Just returned from 8th trip to Rome, 13 days of beauty and peace and sunshine and art and architecture too much wine and chaos and what can I say but I’m happy to be home. Still feel floating in between. I don’t think I could manage it year round. Spent a lot of time reading Keats and Shelley and Byron and more Keats and drinking tea at Babingtons and mooning over Keats. Lost in...