I am hopelessly and helplessly condemned by my own lust for literature that I recklessly and depravedly buy books with remorseless abandon. My day job is the ever more practical occupation of freelance musician. I'm not rich. Which makes my licentious book purchasing all the more irresponsible.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Rome 2nd day: The Vatican
St. Peter's Basilica
Yesterday we spent eight hours traveling through the Vatican. Can't even describe it. Highlights were the medieval art and the Raphael rooms. The greatest was the Sistine Chapel. I felt tears come to my eyes. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it: Adam and God reaching out to each other; Adam and Eve's temptation and expulsion of Eden, the whole side wall showing the Final Judgment. (No photos were allowed in the Sistine Chapel so unfortunately I don't have any to show.)
Medieval Art in the Vatican
Ancient Roman remains from Sepulcres
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View of the City out of a Vatican window
The Discovery of this ancient statue sparked and inspired the techniques of the high Renaissance sculptors
Then there was St. Peter's Basilica.
If I lived in
Rome, I believe I could go to St. Peter's every single day and stare at Michelangelo's Pieta for an hour. The place was crowded but looking at Mary with the dead Jesus on her lap, all I could hear was an intense silence.
Beneath the main floor of the Basilica is a whole underground chapel with the remains of different popes and saints and purportedly the remains of St. Peter. Maybe it's him. Who knows?
In the middle of the day my friend, Lisa, became so tired she sat down on the floor. A guard came up staring at her. Finally he said, "Signora!"
Lisa just stared at him.
He stared at her.
Finally he said, "Get up!" and walked off.
This was followed by the not so funny excursion when we found out we had to walk from St. Peter's all the way around Vatican City back to where we entered just to collect our back packs. That took forty-five minutes alone.
When we got there the guard gave Lisa her back pack and said, "What's this?" pounding the backpack with his finger.
Just then the back pack started crowing. It was her phone alarm.
The man looked at her and said, "All day!"
For some reason she hadn't turned it off correctly so the guards got to hear her backpack crowing for eight hours.
Finished the day at a very nice café and watched the people go by. Returned home very, very, tired.
Today we're going to the Colosseum. Tomorrow we leave for Florence via a train ride through Siena.