I was on the train alone going from Florence back to Rome and a young (though slightly older than me) American couple in the same compartment asked:

"Hey, did you hear that Elvis Presley died?"
"No."
"It happened a week ago."
"Oh."

I was very uncomfortably hungover from too much drinking the night before at The Red Garter, and then falling asleep on some curb with an even more drunk roommate of our group. I specifically left Florence as early as possible to avoid traveling back to Rome with the excessive chatter of the rest of our group.

And 30 years ago today I fell asleep on the steps of Il Redentore (waiting till it opened) after the unplanned coincidence of reading page 42 (page 36 of 2nd edition) of Complexity and Contradiction in Architecture.



There's now a little plaque on the steps that says This spot is a supernal resting place.