I loved the look of this cameraman with his sparse tufts of curly hair whipping about in the breeze. He was a pro as he filmed the official speeches a (...)

I decided that I needed at least one crowd shot for this photo essay. It is hard to hold a camera steady when you are laughing.

The show must go on. Our two rivals have returned. It looks to me like the valiant one has won the Lady because the other cad in the background is cha (...)

Okay! Everyone in place for the grand finale. Flags at the ready.

The flags do battle symbolically. There was some serious hacking and slashing going on here. Superb choreography.

The flags circle broke up and the flags began challenging the Italian flag. The unity of a nation was a stake.

Ah hah. That fellow in the previous shot was just getting into position as the bagpiper played an ancient tune.

Six warring flags assemble on the field under a watchful Canadian flag.

The flags re-united and bowed collectively to the Italian flag. A nation was born!

Forget whatever fantasy I might have woven about this lad. He had the grace to pose for me without my even asking him.

The other fellow also posed for me so please disregard any of the nonsense I may have written about him too.

The Flag Throwers retired to the sidelines. The assembled citizenry of Carpineto Romano came forward, bowed to the podium and then to the cheering cro (...)

A final look at the glorious colours of those Renaissance outfits.

A last flourish as the procession re-forms, fading back into time and memory. Well done, Carpineto Romano!

I was still bathing in that wonderful Renaissance magic so I decided to treat myself to the current exhibition of the works of Caravaggio at the Natio (...)

To see the work of Caravaggio with my own eyes was to gaze with wonderment. His contemporaries were no slouches either. But to be such a rogue in life (...)

Italian Festival Week had finally arrived. I was keen to sample the joyous atmosphere again. This year a special event was added - a spectacular show (...)