Two chance encounters, one yesterday and one this morning.

Both prove utterly delightful, each in their own peculiar way.

In the first, a couple from Pittsburgh get off the Rome train.

Before long, they spot an American by the photos he takes.

It turns out they are on a pilgrimage to a family homestead:

Spoleto, for her; an unheard/unfamiliar town or region, for him.

Each in a day’s journey from Rome to see what they could find.

She carried a photograph; he, a complete set of Italian passports.

Stories shared.  Directions given.  Finally, best wishes extended.

Unknowns encountered on both sides: a chance meeting we keep.