Even a tourist can tell in a Roman street that he is in something and not outside of something as he would be in most cities. In Rome to go out is to go home.

Shame can be self-indulgence too.

Music or the color of the sea are easier to describe than the taste of one of these Armoricaines.

The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.

Even the stupidest cat seems to know more than any dog.

Doubt remains a luxury I won't do without.

Rome is everybody's memory.