ABSTRACT
MY ROMAN FRIEND Giordano likes doing things that pop into his head, che salta in mente. On organized excursions he turns a dead eye. “Chi me lo fa fare?” he wants to know, when we make a trip to the Vatican, a miracle of organization. “Who got me into this?” The last Sunday in the month they let you in free, but Giordano isn’t grateful. He has his own way to cope with Rome. Like an old Quaker asking the Bible to give up its truth, he opens the book of the city and puts his finger down at random. Sometimes this lands us up in Deuteronomy, but that is part of the story.
