It’s Marco.
Marco posing in front of the Brussels Parliament.
Marco has those Cold War blues at the Parc du Cinquantenaire.
Marco living out his Indiana Jones fantasies at Musée royal de l’armée et de l’histoire militaire.
Marco dreams of Paris… and pancakes.
Marco enjoying the view (and appreciating being inside, where it’s warm) at Le hotel de Bourgtheroulde in Rouen.
Posing with a lionbro in Mdina.
Marco in the Mdina moat. he has no comment on his history with the prison-resembling structure to the right.
Our hero bravely fends off the hordes attempting to invade Valletta.
A stray projectile (are any projectiles really stray in a siege?) pierces the breast of our hero. (Alternately, there were gale-force winds in Valletta this particular day)
Requiescat in pace, noble lion. Spoiler alert: being a saintly lion, he’s not actually dead.
Reinforcements are inbound.
Marco believes in naval power. The Arsenale di Venezia is where he intends to acquire it.
Marco enjoying his last few hours in Venice.
A rare contemplative moment.
Marco is not a fan of airports.
Marco gave up water for Lent.
Marco at the top of the cathedral in Milan.
Marco with one of his noble Milanese brothers.
Marco has an occasional gig as an art critic. Here, he’s taking on The Last Supper.
Sadly, Marco is not always able to travel in style.
The Purrito argues that Marco appears to be going for my wallet. I’d like think that our saintly lion is blessing it.
It’s our loyal lion Marco doing the American thing.
Marco makes an appearance in front of Strasbourg’s barrage de Vauban.
Fatigue sometimes hits a lion. Fatigue sometimes hits a lion like a truck.
Marco makes an appearance in front of la grande arche.
Marco on the roof of Fondation Louis Vuitton.
The Venetian lion stalks his prey in an urban jungle.
Marco enjoys the sun and Hotel Boscolo Venezia’s gardens.
Marco bids Venice a fond arrivederci.
The saintly lion frolics on the grounds of the Boboli Gardens in Firenze.
Marco plans the next day’s activities.
Marco declares that we’re going to Castel Sant’Angelo.
Our loyal lion is menaced by a rogue Roman soldier in front of the Colosseum.
This is quite possibly the most entertaining box that I have ever packed. Also, we have Marco-based projects in the works.
Our wistful lion bids Paris adieu.
Fezzik In Paris 