As Roma goes, it’s quiet here. Not quite a Green Mountain as the name says, but as if. Trams are far, tourists are farther. Birds are winning. One time I saw a flock of birds in flight above the dog park and something seemed strange but I couldn’t quite place it. Then I realised it was the fact that the birds were bright green. Parrots of some sort. The story goes that so many parrots escape that they form their own families. For sure they have the right climate for it. Roma is hot in the summer, and if nothing else they can eat mosquitoes. Here are some images, of a white light tree above a restaurant, of locals with the right idea – to play cards in the shade, of the houses that look like candy. Home away from home away.