If the Bro and I were sending out Christmas cards, that up top there would be the front. (Does that count? Did I just send them?) If he’d be so kind to bring over some windshield cutters, I bet we could liberate the T & Z because OH MAN I want this Vickie’s-esque store’s Holiday decor scheme.
The Christmas market in Verona last night, with its high-tech dripping LED lights which somehow don’t manage to move the sight of the stalls and roasted chestnuts into the present at all. History, is heavy. Too heavy for the speed of light.
And a pilgrimage to “Juliet’s Balcony” which isn’t “real” but built because “In fair Verona where we lay our scene” is as far as anyone seems to have gotten in reading R&J. That, or Claire Danes talked too fast. I applied for the job of “Crank standing by the statue saying, ‘You know how it ends? In joint, inconvenient suicide, drugs and daggers respectively.” They weren’t interested, so I settled with pointing people toward the R <3 J 4EVA!!!1!! store.
Romance is stronger than crank.
