Altare della Patria, Rome
September 1985That evening, after Tamara had enjoyed a restorative nap, they walked together back toward Piazza Venezia. It was one of the hubs of Rome, and in the middle of the large open space towered the Altare della Patria, what many tourists called “the wedding cake” because of its symmetrical wings, gleaming white façade, and layered stacks of marble.
“This,” Giorgio said pointing to the massive structure, “was built in honor of Vittorio Emanuele II, the first king of a united Italy. Many people think that Italy has been a country for thousands of years, but not so!” he added with emphasis on the word. “We were many countries…”
“Until 1860,” Tamara interrupted.
Giorgio smiled, nodding his head in approbation.
“How did you discover this?” he asked her.
