Today’s entry is only half an entry. My pen ran out and in the intervening ten years, I never got around to finishing it.
Surely I will melt into nothing but a pile of cotton clothing and tour brochures in this unending, incessant, infernal heat. The air itself doesn’t even seem particularly hot, but I sweat and sweat and become more and more impatient with the heat. No wonder all the shops and services close from 12 or 1 pm to 3 or 4 in the afternoon, or sometimes as late as 5 or 6. No one wants to be out in the mid-day Roman sun.
In 15 minutes, I’ll be joining an archeological tour of the Colosseum, then I’m off to explore the ruins of the Roman Forum. Yesterday, with 80,000 of my closest friends, I toured the Vatican – St Peter’s Basillica, the Vatican Museums and of course, the Sistine Chapel. The Sistine Chapel was even more breathtaking than I expected it to be. The fresco with the hand of God reaching…
(ed. note: that’s where I ran out of ink. But I remember that I liked the fresco, so for the sake of closure, let’s end that sentence with “was nice.”)
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i remember the sistine chapel. i spent a good 40 minutes sitting there, marvelling at the beauty of the frescoes i’d loved for years that i was finally getting to see in person and how much more breathtaking and alive they were in their true home and not on the pages of my art history text. i would have stayed longer, but the woman i was with grew restless after 20 minutes…
while i loved rome, the sistine chapel was why i went.