July 21, 2004
The Flea rattles its ghostly chains in glee at a visitor from San Marino. You have to love a country whose official website is half-Italian, half-English. Well, close to English anyway. An attractive flag and a castle that kicks ass and takes names. The government of San Marino should be advised the Flea stands ready for any offers of citizenship or professorial sinecures. I am certain I could make a significant contribution to the International Centre for Semiotic and Cognitive Studies. Seriously.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at July 21, 2004 08:55 AM
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I still remember the satisfaction I felt when I realized that tiny states like San Marino, Andorra, Leichtenstein still existed. I had thought that they were fictions (ie. The Mouse that Roared, and so forth)
San Marino tops them all, though.
Posted by: Demetrius at July 21, 2004 11:51 AM
Siente a me Flea: Nun ce sta niente 'a fá...
Seriously, pictures cannot do justice to La Reppublica San Marino. I was 5 the first time I went there and swore I would live in the castle when I grew up. The adults laughed at me. They are all dead now.
Posted by: Rue at July 21, 2004 09:43 PM
The fact that they're all dead is just a coincidence. Really.
Posted by: Rue at July 21, 2004 09:44 PM
Oh, admit it, Rue. That castle affected you very deeply...you're trying to emulate the Renaissance princes a bit _too_ closely, aren't you? A little bit of poison in the wine goes a long way...:)
Posted by: Demetrius at July 22, 2004 08:55 AM
Horrors of all horrors, I spelled 'repubblica' wrong!
Poison in the wine is detectable, Demetrius.... So I hear.
Posted by: Rue at July 22, 2004 03:51 PM
That you didn't say anything about the banking laws intrigues me even more....
Posted by: Eric Scheie at July 24, 2004 05:07 PM