Wherefore art thou, Juliet?
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Into a dream we came, where the sun was coming up over the great Arena in Piazza Bra. Now we had to learn another language, try to adjust to the sometimes overbearing qualities of the Italians. We were approached by many on our trek to find Juliet's Tomb.
The Piazza Bra was waking up to a new morning, and we began our day with fresh croissants and baguettes with chocolate. Sitting on the bench in the park infront of the arena, we watched the bustle begin around the town square.
In search of Juliet's Casa, it must have taken us hours to finally find it, though in retrospect I realized how close we were. From the train station we went to the Castelvecchio, built in 1355. Then Via Roma to the arena, down Corso Porta Nuova, over the Via del Fante, Via del Pontiere, and there we were. A sign told us this was the place.
The house was modest, yet the veranda, which is so often spoken of, was found in an inner courtyard, which could not be accessed without first entering the house. The house itself was open, vaulted ceilings, and many empty rooms which displayed artwork from centuries past. Our only curiosity was to see the tomb. In the same courtyard were the stairs leading into a small catacomb, where the empty sarcophagus lay like a shell. Letters to Giulietta lay everywhere, a common myth that lover's quarrels or questions would be settled by leaving a letter in her tomb. It was an eerie feeling, not sure if the sad tale of woe was fact or fiction.