Saturday, August 20, 2016


Magnificent from any angle— creamy marble against a black sky and pale green water— the light and shadows ever-changing from the ripples in the pool beneath. A dream carved in stone, growing out of the facade of the stately building the way clouds take on the shapes of battleships then rabbits.

On the edge of the crowd, we found a spot to sit where I could dip my hand into the cool green water, where light gently reflected from the glittering coins that represented the many hopes of returning to Rome. I tossed a dirham in.


Anonymous said...

Spectacular. It thrills my soul...

szaza said...

Mine too.
The memory of that white marble against the pale blue-green pools... It's the stuff of dreams!