I am writing this from what was probably some ancient Roman’s villa, but is now a park above the noisy traffic of Italian sirens, automobiles and Vespas.

Just pondering the beauty of breakfast in a bar (that means caffé here) in Roma.  Simple but squisito — delicious.  Un caffé (that means espresso here : ) and un cornetto.  Cornetto covers all manner of breakfast pastries.  From luscious cream-filled to simple croissant.  I would never have coffee and a pastry at home.  And not only because I’m on vacation do I eat like this (granted, walking helps).  I just have to say it (and maybe only this once) “when in Rome…”