June

I just realized it is June now. I recall in June of 2004, Liana and I carved up the weeknights such that each of us had an evening to go and do whatever we wanted, be home by 7 or 8. That lasted about a month, if that. I spent my evenings fishing on the Metolius and smoking cigars or a pipe (with tobacco, just to be clear). I cannot recall how she spent her time. Here I am in the cradle of the Renaissance, wishing I was _not_ spending my evenings alone or however I want, but with my girls. About midway through June, while on the way to fish, I remember saying to myself, "Man, June is half over. Where does all the time go?" Four years later, I am still wondering where all of the time goes.

Anyway, the next stage in our roadtrip yesterday was Siena. This town was frozen in time when half of it died in the plague. With no more money, nothing more could be built, but that also meant no one was tearing stuff down to build more. During WWII, Siena was not strategic, so was left alone. Here is a simple street scene that appeals to me, if only for the symmetry of lines converging. Note that each building is at least 3-4 stories high. From a land use perspective, this makes more sense; a more judicious use of space, than what we have been doing in the states since 1946.Our "food" is found everywhere in this world.The basilica as you enter town.

Siena was on the Franco road from France to Rome. Around town are these statutes depicting the suckling of the twins, Romulus and Remus, the founders of Rome. The sons of Remus(?) were the founders of Siena. Pilgrims stopped here on their way to Rome.The bell tower in the Campo, where the horse races are held twice a year.