The view from my window overlooking the beach of Nettuno. In the distance, by the radio towers lies the American landing beaches. We are unable to visit them because they are presently Italian military reservations.
	Looking back towards Anzio. At extreme right, the old quarter of Nettuno is visible.
	Fireworks denote the beginning of the procession of the Festival of Our Lady of Grace - right under my window!
	This shrine, originally Our Lady of Ipswich, was brought to Nettuno from the U.K. after the Reformation.
	It is particularly gratifying to stand in my balcony and watch the Festa proceeding below. Seeing people enjoying their heritage in peace has a restorative effect when you've been immersed in so great a conflict as World War II. I am also somewhat jealous of the people passing along below for they posess something I can never have. They have a nationality, a language and a heritage - a meld dating back to antiquity. True, I have all three traits but they are not contiguous. Maybe I just jealous because they are Italian and I'm not, despite my love for their food, language, art and in the last 10 days, their country. Another thing I'll covet this night is an air-conditioner for my room.