Though a requirement for most, it tarried within his Hermès tote as a reminder of the diplomatic understanding between nations, that allowed men to venture into those varied and exotic landscapes. More than a ledger, it was an invitation to foster a dialogue in culture, discovery, and inspiration. That the stamps themselves had long since overwhelmed the document, was of no concern. It remained a part of his tote, nonetheless, as a symbol of possibility.
As a symbol of wonder.
And yet, it was not a necessity for him.
Not for entry.
Because the architect did not need a passport.
For his name was known, the world over.
And in those places, where the syllables were not sufficient to pronounce,
But whose inhabitants knew well, the influence of Rome
And its artistic ingenuity in shaping the world,
In those places,
He was simply referred to as, Il Bravo.
Implode. Part LXXVIII – DK