Where for art thou Romeo? Verona, Italy

Enamoured with Venice yesterday, I referred to it as the city of love. Then, we come to Verona.

"What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face nor any other part
Belonging to a man. Oh, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose.
By any other word would smell as sweet. (II.ii)"

I'm taken back to my year 10 studies when Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet was on the syllabus. The warring Montague and Capulet families. The tragedy of the forbidden love of Romeo and Juliet. Of course, my analysis of the themes and written prose was deemed excellent, and I was awarded top marks.

I chose not to touch Juliet's boobs as is customary when pictured with her statue. She was 13. Not cool people. Not cool.

It was something else visiting Verona today. Bearing witness to the locale of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, written between 1591 to 1597.

"For never was a story of more woe, than that of Juliet and her Romeo."

Alla prossima Verona,
e Italia.Okumaya devam et