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It is quite shocking, really, to throw a grouchy English scholar accustomed to long days of reading alone, sans pants, into Rome and a cheerful group of Latinists. Yet here I am, managing thus far to leave my apartment fully clothed, but not yet to conserve enough energy — after days of endless walking, and reading/writing/speaking in Latin — for writing about Rome’s wonders in the evening.* Until I can, here is a photo of a bored angel flipping you off. From some church or other, near the Pantheon.

*Am also managing to make English sentences read in a remarkably Latinate fashion!