Rome
Rome was glorious. Vaguely morbid, and still satisfyingly Roman and Imperial. Hadrian's imprint is huge (but only because Nero burnt everything down) and the Rough guides are bizarre. Also, there is little more fun than correcting guidebooks.
Ended up in a pensione discussing room changes! And developed embarrassing tendency to make Forster references.
Would also like to say that Horace's probable grave is marked (or was several days ago) and should be remembered. Augustus' mausoleum is lovely. Ringleader of the Tormentors is still in my head, and those strange ambulance sirens create an odd sort of tinnitus.
Have also found several icons, most prominent of whom is:
Joseph Severn, Keats' lovely friend who was a Romantic without being a poet, spent the last sixty/seventy odd years of his life still rather in love with Keats and painting steadily more romanticised portraits. His letters are really sweet.

Sabine Shirdewen- fabulously pretentious German artist from the nineteen sixties

Andreu Alfaro- sculptor of the fabulous "small black thing which is a personification of the spirit of Goethe" (not actually called that). If anyone has a badge making kit we will have a badge of this soon.

Now, I must find a kettle.