We walked on the Via Appia, a road as straight as an arrow, by canals that drain the Pontine Marshes. The land is flat, for ages home to deadly malaria that scourged visitors, especially in the summer months. Mussolini drained the marshes in the 1930s and gave the land to people from the north to farm. These days the landscape is festooned with all manner of fruit trees, vegetable tracks and lemon trees so heavy with fruit that the branches kiss the ground. We spend the night by the sea, under the watchful eye of Jupiter’s 1st century BCE temple that presides on a rocky promontory 1000 ft above.
Walking the Via Francigena 
What is that town on the shore behind you? San Felice Circeo? I see you’re shedding clothes. Hope it’s comfortable. You are making progress by leaps and bounds. Have a real lemonade.
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That is Terracina and the mountain at the other end is Circeo
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Lemons
Yellow yellow
Big bright burst of shocking
Tamed to pleasureful with sugar
Day Five
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Love it. So nice and kind. Hard to beat the rhythm. Mastery in phonetic bits. Dance.
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