The Marshes of Rome.

They say that Rome is built upon a marsh and I certainly believe it after seeing the city when it rains. We walked through several inches of water trying to get back to the Rome center. All the while waterfalls were cascading down the sides of churches, and streams were trickling off of open umbrellas, under which frightened tourists hid as if they had suddenly been transported to a war zone. I look down at the water that is almost up to my ankles. In this water is the sweat of Rome. Everything that has fallen to the cobblestones in the last ten days is floating in this great soup, resurrected for some comic and ultimately short lived judgment day.