Monday, March 15

 


George Cardinal Pell, everyone's favorite orthodox Catholic Australian ex-footballer just walked down the street as I was having an aranciata at Cafe Sant' Eustachio with several acquaintences. He had been doing some shopping if the Barbiconi bag was any indication. I love this town! I decided to give him his space and not to hold him to his promise to me to visit my studio, if anyone remembers my essays about my clerical-groupie adventures during the post-Conclave celebrations. Now, Cardinals, they know how to party.

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