Somewhere romantic. Like the alley behind a restaurant. Or a volcano. Pope and Francis share a single stand of spaghetti. On a side note, I learned everything I know about romance from Lady and the Tramp and James Bond movies.
Pope: Francis, you complete me.
Francis: You complete me too, Pope.
Pope: No, I mean literally. Your limbs and head are a perfect match. I’ll finally be more than a torso in a chair. (more…)