A fleeting memory

Its funny how you forget things, especially when you get to my advancing years, but a single photo can unleash a torrent of memories.

I have a week of tourism planned in April, with the destination as yet undecided. A rummage through the world wide winifred led me to a popular website where holidays are available just before you want to leave.

On the top of the page was this photo:

spanish-steps-homeThe Spanish Steps. in my favourite city, but also one of my favourite memories. A surprise meeting (for my girlfriend) with my daughter, drinking a few cold ones, walking through the back streets of Rome, a great meal then moving to sit on the aformentioned stairway, before being moved to the side by a brass band, in uniform, playing an excellent rendition of Puccini’s Nessun Dorma.

A few hours I’ll never ever forget.



About bobleponge216

Elderly rotund toothless male seeks wilderness to travel to.
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2 Responses to A fleeting memory

  1. Sounds very special. Going again, or is the word ‘again’ banned from your travel plans?

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