Paxselin at the Tugboat

Casey applies makeup in preparation for another day in Rome. Tri-x (expired in the 70’s but frozen the whole time) run through the Fuji GA-645.  

Casey and I were going to climb Beacon Rock, but when we got there we were plastered flat by the wind the second we got out of the car. So we went to… uh, Woclella? […]

Here we stagger drunkenly too and/or from the trattoria on our last night in Paciano, where we rented a villa for a week.