This Sunday is Palm Sunday. Im about as religious as a fencepost but I do remember being atop the Spanish Steps in Rome three years ago. It happened to be Palm Sunday. Bells chimed at cathedrals all over The Eternal City as its called. The view from atop the steps at sunset has to be one of the best in all the world. The location has drawn poets, lovers, romantics, fanatics and revolutionaries for centuries. I remember it well, and always will. It was at once one of the best days of my life, and at the same time, one of the most disappointing.
"Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, ancient footprints are everywhere… you can almost think that you're seeing double, on a cold dark night on The Spanish Stairs"