Waiting for God, oh?

I was being silly with the title, and I should mention that I haven’t even come close to Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot, having neither read the play nor seen it performed on stage.

It was pretty sweltering when I snapped this shot, and I remember thinking at the time how glad I was not to be wearing a heavy longish-sleeved dress, much less a habit. A bus ride wouldn’t have been pleasant, regardless of the garb – and that bus was pretty full. We saw many heaving, packed-in-like-sardines, buses when we were in Rome – sans air-conditioning with only tiny vents for air, and oftentimes with commuters pressed up against the vehicles’ windows and doors. Suffice to say we didn’t travel by bus whilst we were in Rome.

Waiting for God, oh!


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