Got up early and had breakfast and cappuccino. I walked to Torre Argentina where Caesar was assassinated (remember, Et Tu , Brute?). This ruin is the home of a famous cat shelter in Rome. I have an ‘adopted’ kitty here at Torre Argentina that I send ‘cat support’ for every month. They do great work here caring for the unwanted cats. I dropped off a heavy bag of cat items I had collected all year from garage sales, etc. One was a big cat shaped dish… I bought for $2 and they sold it that day for 20 Euros – that’s about $28 of US money!!
After dropping off the goodies, I headed over to the Jewish Ghetto for my tradition of buying what have to be the worst baked goods in all of Europe – if not the world…It is a world famous Kosher bakery. Everything looks burned and I usually buy about 6 biscotti – that are harder and dryer than bricks. And one stands in line to buy this mess! Why do I do this year after year? One simple word – Tradition! (Remember Fiddler on the Roof? ).
On the way over to Torre Argentina , near my convent, I noticed 20 brass plates in the cobbles of the street. A sweet man sweeping in front of the shop explained that they were memorials to 20 Jews who were arrested from that building and were shipped to Auschwitz – never to return.
Later, after a wonderful lunch of Jewish fried artichoke and Roman style artichoke and some fish stuffed into fried zucchini flower – I returned to visit with Giacinto, my cat. He slept thru the entire visit.
