In 2004, my wife and I led not one, but two groups to Italy. Group one was a collection of family and friends. Group two was my high school baseball team and their mothers, for the most part, with a couple of fathers thrown in for balance. The previous summer, much of the same group of players had gone to Cuba, escorted mainly by dads, not a place perceived as woman-friendly, what with rum, cigars and who knows what else. Italy? Now that's another story. The top photograph taken from my hotel room in Rome. I got a glimpse of what a pigeon must feel like flying above potential targets. The bottom two shots were taken in a shockingly tourist-free Vatican Square. Well, I may have cheated a bit with the tourists. Photographic "rules" would tell you NOT to let people exit a frame like these nuns are doing. Give them some room in front of them to breathe. Hogwash! In the bottom photo, I asked my pitching coach, Chris Volta, to walk across the square. He was a good model. And yes, I know I cut off the top of the dome of Saint Peters. Now that's a rule I believe in. Middle photo, Pentax Optio S4, the other two taken with the Konica-Minolta A2.