Take Me To The River

Castel Sant'Angelo

We are taking long walks for fun and with the intent to eventually find a market and pick up a few items.  We went into a pharmacy today to restock our Tylenol.  There was a red tape line in front of the pharmaceutical counter that we were not to pass.  The pharmacist came over wearing her mask and looked at my Tylenol picture on the phone.  She then returned with a comparable product.  The supermarkets have no such red tape line.  Everyone cooperatively just keeps the 1 meter distance in the line.  But the poor checker has no option.  Every merchant is wearing a mask.  We haven't observed anyone sneezing or coughing.  As we left the market there were a few children running and laughing in the street.  We still see the odd jogger and tourist.  

The streets are so empty that I've noticed buildings and view points previously obliterated by the throngs of pedestrians one had to constantly maneuver around.  Only a short time ago I was laughing about the Italian way of 'winning' the battle of the sidewalk. Now only occasionally do we cross paths with another.  Further along our walk, we came to the West Bank of the Tiber up river from any previous walks we had taken.  Across the Tiber we could see some impressive buildings in the district known as the Prati, a neighborhood much more modern than the historic area with wide boulevards, upscale shopping and a social scene. 

The evening sunset from the apartment was captivating.  I couldn't stop taking pictures and video which you can see at flickr.

  

I Declare! I'm Just Going to the Market!

The One Meter Rule in Line at the Market

Wayne can write on his iPad screen as one would on paper.  We downloaded the required paper work to be on the street, filled it out and saved it as an image.  That, along with our passports should give us a pass if we are stopped.  We have declared the need to have food as our raison d'être out of the apartment.

Our major activity seems to be finding a market and buying food.  Since little else is open, we have found it somewhat entertaining.  Today's wait was longer than yesterday's.  There were more people. At one point we watched the police come by and go in the market.  Were they monitoring the required capacity?  Were they looking for cannoli?  We'll never know.  They left without incident.  Then the cardboard recycling truck came by.  My what a load of cardboard that store had to be loaded and compacted  So, you can tell that life here is, well, slow.  But I think the Italians are coping better than what I hear is happening in the states.  First of all, there is plenty of toilet paper on the shelves.  I didn't even see anyone fighting for rolls.  

A little ravioli and some Netflix rounded out our day.  A few pictures of empty streets are at flickr.   Also a video of cardboard compacting.  Not something you will ever see at the Sundance Film Festival. 

Trains and Automobiles but NO PLANES

View of Rome from our Apartment

Most importantly everyone should know that tossing a coin in the Trevi fountain to guarantee a return to Rome, actually works.  This morning we packed our belongings and took the empty Leonardo Express train from the airport to the Roma Termini.  We are now pretty familiar with the areas and roads in central Rome. So arriving at the Termini did not leave us wondering which way to go or where we were.  We grab the first taxi in a line of at least 30 others, showed her the address on the phone and took off for the apartment.   Because of our familiarity with the area I noticed the taxi was taking an odd route.  But, I thought, maybe driving and one way streets make it different than walking.  However, she then drove past the Colosseum and then returned to circle it twice.  At this point I had turned on my gps to track her and point to the apartment address.  She tried to drop us at the Colosseum.  I ask her to point to the apartment; suddenly she couldn't speak English.  This was the moment when my Girl Scout kick-ass personality emerged.  Wayne and I both began to accuse her of things not to be mentioned here.  She again started driving and eventually found the apartment.  We're not sure if she really didn't know how to get there or was just trying to jack up the fare.  A lot of heated exchanges in Italian and English ensued in which we offered to pay less and she said no.  We persevered, got our bags, paid what we wanted, and left as she yelled fanculo at us.  Recognizing this I returned the insult. 

Our Living Room Complete with Netflix and Amazon Prime

Nicole, our apartment manager, gave us instructions on how to access the apartment.  We have a doorman, and we apparently have Amazon delivery based on packages at the desk. The apartment is lovely, large and overlooks the Rome Forum and Colosseum.  Riccardo, the 2nd apartment manager, arrived to acquaint us with the apartment and collect some cash.  He rode his motorcycle around to find us a nearby supermarket and texted the location.  It was good to be outside walking.  At the market we waited in a short line to be allowed access. As one shopper left, the next in line entered. The density of shoppers must be kept so person to person contact is at 1 meter.  But the shelves were stocked, and we bought all we could carry.  No one was hoarding toilet paper.  Must be the bidet thing. We settled into a nice night of Netflix tv and prosciutto sandwiches.  Pics at flickr.

Uh Oh!

Train Ride to FCO Airport

As our friend Kathy said, each time she sent an update about the situation regarding flights in and out of Italy, Uh Oh.   After a lovely ride through the Tuscany region, we arrived on an almost empty train at the almost empty airport.  Still not thinking that was a bad sign, we walked the short distance to our hotel, checked in and began the process of choosing our seats to Lisbon.  Uh Oh!  The flight is canceled.  This discovery was very surprising to me as I had requested texts and app messaging for any changes from TAP.  I had received nothing, nada.  We walked back to the airport to see what could be done.  Now the vacant airport had a more dire impression.  TAP had one window with one agent available.  Leading to that window was a very crazy, twisting line of about 100 people with their luggage.  We stood there for about an hour with little movement.  Finally another agent came down the line explaining that any and all flights into Portugal were canceled and could not be rescheduled.  Uh Oh!  

I called the US Embassy asking for advice and help.  None was to be offered.  I was told over and over as I asked questions, "there is nothing we can do for you. Call the French and Swiss embassies to see if their borders are open.  Then take a train there and find a flight out."  Uh Oh!  Disgusted by this, we returned to the hotel and took advantage of happy hour to sooth our bruised souls.  Not to make light of this, we did decide to simply find a place in Rome for the duration.  We arranged for a lovely apartment overlooking the Colosseum and Forum with the same managers we had in Trastevere. Tomorrow we will go there and be good Italian tourists.  There are some pictures illustrating the vacant spaces at flickr.    

Getting Out of Dodge

Balcony at Via Corso 2

If you look carefully in the upper left corner of this picture, you will see Brunelleschi's dome.  The building next door is under renovation and the staging obscures half of it.  We took this final shot on our balcony for a remembrance as we head out of Florence.  The situation has become untenable here for vacationers. Residents are asked to stay indoors. Supermarkets are closed week-ends.  Restaurants must close by 6pm and keep customers a meter apart.  If you are familiar with Italian dining customs, you will find this amusing.  That is, if anything about this can be found amusing.  I feel a great deal of sympathy for the Italians.  We have had wonderful experiences with them. So many of the businesses rely upon tourism.  This will be an economic calamity for them.  Our tour with the apartment owner, Piero, was cancelled.  Both he and the manager, Raffaella, urged us to leave Italy.  She arranged our taxi and is coming by tomorrow with masks.  The Siena and Bologna apartment rentals are cancelled by agreement with the owners. 

We cooperated and stayed indoors today plotting our way out of Italy.  We discovered that TAP had changed our April 1 departure to April 2 and our departure city from Florence to Bologna.  Their website and telephone numbers led to dead ends.  We eventually got through to the service we booked with, and it was agreed those changes warranted a cancellation/refund.  We will need to wait 6-8 weeks to see approval for that.  As the operator said, "There are a lot of cancellations now."  When we attempted to book a new flight out of Florence, the price was over $2000.  I believe a bit of gouging is going on here. We found a more reasonable rate out of Rome.  So, tomorrow we will take the train to Rome, stay overnight and depart on Thursday for Lisbon.  There, our dear friends John and Kathy will host us while we determine our next move.  It's 72 there today, and we think that's terrific.  

Observations of two visitors.

   An 8 hour telephone call on hold to request help is ridiculous.

   We will never use Kyak again!

A Slow News Day

Florence, Italy with Medici Coat of Arms

The Medici family emblem consists of six spheres mounted around a shield. It can be found on any palazzo, church or monument to which the Medici had connections or that was financed using Medici money. They are omnipresent. It's unclear what the building above is or was during the time of the Medici. The origin or meaning of the spheres is unknown. Speculations include representations of pharmaceutical pills or cupping glasses, coins from the money changers guild, or even dents in the shield of a heroic cavalier ancestor.  We spotted this emblem at the beginning of our walk to the Piazzale Michelangelo. The Piazzale is located Otrarno and up the hill behind the Boboli Gardens we visited on Saturday. We thought this would be a good walk and a nice substitute for closed museums. Almost immediately it began to rain, and we decided to postpone our visit.  Instead, we shopped and went home.  Below are pictures taken along our walk illustrating the devastating impact of Covid-19 on Italy.  These are areas where normally one would need to work through the crowds.

Piazza Santa Maria Novella

A Pre-Triage tent outside the Florence hospital set up for Covid-19 testing.

And Then There Were None,

Bah Humbug

no museums, no concerts, no churches. We were surprised to find the above notice outside the Palazzo Vecchio, which explained why earlier in the day the San Marco Museum was closed. The Italian government has decreed that all museums, concerts and events will be closed until April 4.  The north is completely locked down.  Fortunately, the owner of our rental in Bologna reimbursed us the down payment.  We will not be going.  Instead, we will extend our stay in Siena. 

It was a beautiful sunny day so we took advantage and walked the narrow streets, sat in the expansive piazzas, and window shopped.  This city drips with history and art found both inside and outside of museums.  Most of it is somehow related to the Medici family.  San Marco is where Cosimo invested much money to repair the convent and build the cloisters.  Two well-known Dominicans lived here, Savanarola and Fra Angelica.  It is here the beautiful Fran Angelica frescos are. I am very sorry to be missing these.

Still unaware of the decree, we attempted to enter San Lorenzo, where located are the tombs of Medici built by Michelangelo. Memories of our past visit will have to suffice here.  But in the Piazza of San Lorenzo, was a monument to Giovanni delle Bandi Nere commissioned by his son Cosimo I.  I digress here to state that the Medici family loves the names Cosimo, Giovanni, Lorenzo and Piero.  And, they aren't cooperative enough to signify them with I, II, III, etc.  No, they employ some form of surnames that just confuses the hell out of me.  

Finally, spotting the decree, we knew the gig was up, gave up on museums and strolled the quaint narrow streets, sat in the sunny piazzas, bought a bottle of wine and headed home where I noticed our neighbors' name plates.  Hmmmm.

  A few pictures are at flickr.  

Observations of two visitors.
    Strolling in Florence is not bad. 

    

Oltroarno and the Pitti Palace

Pitti Palace from the Boboli Gardens

The Pitti Palace was commissioned by Luca Pitti in the mid 1400s.  He was a wealthy Florentine banker who backed Cosimo di Medici until he didn't.  It is rumored he ordered the Palace to have a courtyard big enough to hold the entire Medici Palace and windows larger that the Medici doors.  He eventually went broke and the palace remained unfinished until Cosimo I's wife Eleanor bought, enlarged and moved into it.  It was at this point the famous Vasari Corridor was built to give Cosimo I secret and safe passage between the Uffizi and home.  The place is massive.  It looks more like a huge train station than a home, and in fact is longer than 2 football fields.  Added to this are the 111 acres of Boboli Gardens rising up the hill behind it.  

The last linear Medici gave the Pitti, the Uffizi and all the contents to Florence on the condition that no part of it could be removed from Florence.  The amount of wealth exhibited in both places is beyond my comprehension.  Thinking about the era when these massive structures with elaborate decor were built amazes me.  While the paintings alone are of the most esteemed, the rooms of the Pitti are saturated with plaster ceilings and frescoes that also astound.  Words simply fail me.  

To appreciate the view of Florence from the Boboli Gardens we had to climb a fairly steep stepped path to the crest.  From there we had a panoramic view of Florence and the distant Appenine Mountains.  These gardens set the standard and inspiration for future European gardens such as the Versailles Gardens. 

As we were leaving we saw a sign pointing to the grotto.  Curious, we walked down to find the most interesting structure, an artificial grotto.  It was added onto the end of the Vasari Corridor by Duke Francesco Medici. Embedded in what appears to be dripping concrete are mother-of-pearl, sea shells and stones.  Beautiful and twisted body sculptures emerge from the faux stalactites, 4 of them copies of the originals by Michelangelo.  The information sign asked that we imagine couples secretly meeting her for a rendezvous.  It is also featured in Dan Brown's Inferno. 

At the end of the day we stopped in an il Papiro, or paper store. There are many of them around Florence that sell marbleized papers, cards, journals, etc.  Because we were the only ones in the shop we got a demonstration of how the paper is marbleized.  That led to purchasing 2 blank journals.  Lots of lavish ceiling pics at flickr.

Observations of two visitors.

   Sometimes when there are no tourists one gets special attention.

    

Uffizi

The Ponte Vecchio and the Arno from the Uffizi Gallery

We are in Florence; it is the birthplace of the Renaissance; it was home to the Medici; it was where Michelangelo was raised.  Today all these confluences came together for us. We visited the Uffizi in Florence, which was built by Cosimo Medici as an administrative building, which holds works by Michelangelo whose birthday is today. The Uffizi houses one of the largest and best known collections of works of the Italian Renaissance.  Many, many of which came from the Medici collection.  It really takes the better part of a day to peruse the entire collection.  And, that is too much looking to really appreciate specific works.  There were stand outs for us that you will see in flickr.  We took a lunch break on the roof top cafeteria.  It offers great views of the Palazzo Vecchio in the Piazza Signoria.  

Again, there was not a line of visitors waiting to enter the gallery nor were there significant visitors in the gallery rooms.  This was a great situation for us, offering long viewing times with pieces normally swamped by people.  There were, of course, those people who step in front of you to take a picture and then move on. I've watched people stand in front of a magnificent painting viewing it only through their cell phone as they took several pictures. Then, without a look at the painting with their EYES, move on to the next photo opportunity.  Lots of art at flickr.

Observations of two visitors.
   Christy is beginning to talk with her hands.

Giotto's Campanile or We Climb 414 Steps

At the Mercato Centrale

You are never too far from a pig in Florence.  It is either sculpted somewhere, taxidermied in the market, or poised on your plate for enjoyment.  We hit the Central Market today.  It is one of those typical open air European markets that has everything Tuscan your pantry would need. On the first floor are all the specialty shops: the butchers, fishmongers, fruit and vegetable vendors as well as shops selling olive oils, cheese, wines and more. Check it out here.  The second floor has sections dedicated to Italian specialties to buy and dine on. YUM.

We bought some staples, dropped them at the apartment and headed for the Baptistry.  That ticket also got us into Giotto's Campanile.  The Baptistry is one of the oldest buildings in Florence, built between 1059 and 1128. It stands apart from the Duomo because in Medieval times one could not enter the church prior to baptism. We were interested in the door copies which any passerby can see, but also the interior mosaic ceiling.  Made of tiny Venetian glass, it took over a century to complete.  It is very dark inside and was difficult to fully appreciate.  

Since our ticket to the Baptistry included the Campanile, who were we to say no.  As the Baptistry, this bell tower by Giotto is free standing. It mimics the facade of the Duomo with green and pink marble. The sculptures and reliefs one sees now are copies of the originals . The originals are now in the Duomo Museum which we will see tomorrow.  Inside are 414 steps that lead to an observation deck.  There are three levels with platforms for resting and viewing, thank god.  The walk was worth the life threatening effort for the panoramic views including spotting our apartment.  I can safely say we were the oldest climbers but not necessarily hardest puffers. 

To end the day we strolled over the Ponte Vecchio for a beautiful view of the Arno.  Pictures galore at flickr.

Observations of two visitors.

   Some parents need a slap when they bring a coughing child to climb 414 steps in a time            of plague.

Santa Croce

Santa Croce Cloisters

We spent nearly the entire day in the Santa Croce Basilica.  Known as the Florentine Pantheon, it is the burial place of many significant persons.  Michelangelo, Galileo, Dante and Rossini have beautiful tombs along the nave walls, and hundreds of others are buried under foot.  The church has significant frescos by Giotto and Gaddi in its chapels. These had all been white washed over in the 18th century, but subsequently uncovered.  Yea!  The complex includes three cloisters including one by Brunelleschi, he of the famous dome.  In the first cloister, pictured above, is the entrance to the Pazzi Chapel.  This, too, was designed and partially completed by Brunelleschi.  It was never finished because the Pazzi, ambitious and vicious folk, murdered one Medici and attempted to murder the other.  They were subsequently executed, and the family banished from Florence.  

The Florence leather school is connected to the church.  We looked but did not buy.  Tiny pill boxes were 30 Euro.  And, although the leather jackets felt like silk, I'm long past buying a 800 Euro fashion statement.

Today it was clearly visible that the Coronavirus has taken hold of tourism.  There were absolutely no lines of tourists and practically no one in the piazzas.  We had lunch at a nearby trattoria along with a tour group from Mexico.  That was it.  No one else in the place.  

We walked back through Piazza Signoria to find the execution spot of Savanarola, which we did.  And, then had our first Florentine steak.  Huge!  Rare!  We ate it all.  There are many, many pictures of Santa Croce at flickr where we try our best to capture the vast space and beauty of the place.   

Observations of two visitors.

    Whitewashing over a 14th century fresco is never a good idea.

     There is never enough Henry Moore.  (see flickr)

Churches

    Basilica of Santa Croce

     

     

Here Comes the Rain Again....

Via Corso 2, Our Apartment Door

Look at the size of that front door.  It gives you an idea of the height of the rooms in our apartment.  We are delighted with the elevator.  Because even though we are on the second floor, it would be an unwelcome climb of about 60 steps per floor. Oh, plus you know that the first floor in Europe is our 2nd floor.  

The rain has continued today and will for two more days.  It is also cooler here than Rome. Because of the rain, we postponed our walking tour with Pierro until the sun returns.  Meanwhile, we fought the elements and visited the Florence Cathedral.  To our surprise all of the seats are roped off.  I was disappointed because I like to sit and draw in the churches.  I also wondered about those who actually want to worship and can't sit.  The exterior of the Duomo is so beautiful with pink and green marbles.  The interior is a simple gothic design that is a relief after all the Roman Baroque.  The dome, designed and executed by Brunelleschi, was a wonder in its day and remains the largest brick dome in the world.  The overall dimensions are enormous with a length at over 500 feet.  I always use a football field to gauge these spaces, and could just imagine Tom Brady trying to move down that nave.  

We are still getting our feet wet here (ha), taking it slow.  Just a few pictures at flickr.  

Observations of two visitors.

   Sometimes a duomo can seem like Grand Central Station, with no where to sit.

Churches

    Santa Maria del Fiore

    

Bargello Museum

Bargello Museum Courtyard

It rained a lot today putting a damper on sight seeing.  Plus, it is Sunday, and many things are closed.  But the magnificence of the historic center we are in cannot be lessened by a little rain. The pink and green marbles of the Duomo, the open piazzas filled with sculptures, the traffic free zones, all provide the eye with enjoyment.  The Bargello Museum, open today, is an 8 minute walk from our apartment, and holds some of the most notable statuary of the Renaissance.  It was once the headquarters for the police chief, a barracks and prison.  It is the oldest public building in Florence and holds the largest Italian collection of gothic and Renaissance sculptures some of which you may see here. Most notable among the collection is Donatello's David, Michaelangelo's Baccus and Brutus and many Giambologna's.  

Observations of two visitors.
    People will walk under a covered walkway with their large umbrellas opened.  

Next Stop, Florence

Giotto's Campaneli and the Florence Duomo

The train is an easy, comfortable two hour ride from Rome to Florence without any stops.  The only discomfort was the man directly behind us who snorted, coughed and sniffled for the entire trip without once reaching for a handkerchief.  I wanted to throttle him.  

We disembarked and walked the 15 minutes to our apartment.  There we were met by Raffaella, the apartment manager, who spent a good hour with us.  We got her recommendations for restaurants and places to visit.  The owner, Pierro, is coming on Monday to take us on a walking tour.  The apartment is so nice.  Large rooms with 15-20' ceilings, marble floors, beautiful books and paintings.  I feel like a Medici.  LOL. We have a view of the Brunelleschi dome from 2 rooms and the balcony.  The bells serenade us every hour.  

We took a short walk to check out the neighborhood and do a little shopping.  You can see those pictures at flickr. 

Observations of two visitors.

    Italy is doing a very poor job of teaching the cough into your elbow thing.  

   

Arrivederci Roma

A Typical Corner in Trastevere

There is nothing exciting to report today.  We walked in a bright, sunny, warm February day down to the Tiber River and watched people sunning along the banks.  We had the best pizza of the trip for lunch.  We revisited the Chiesa di San Francisco to have a last look at Bernini's The Ecstasy of Ludovia.  We had a last aperitif and light supper at Grazia e Graziella.  Nothing exciting, just wonderful. Same old, same old.

Observations of two visitors.

    You can't parallel park a 10' car in a 8' space.  But you can try for 10 minutes.
     Packing is never fun. 

Churches

    Chiesa San Francisco (second time)

Three Coins in a Fountain

Trevi Fountain

As we wind down our time in Rome, we made sure to return to the Trevi Fountain to throw in coins. We'll be back. Then we sat and people watched for a while, and listened to a podcast about the fountain.  The remainder of the day was a leisurely walk past familiar places (Piazza Navona, Pantheon, Piazza Trilussa) and an early evening home. 

 A few pics at flickr.

Observations of two visitors.

    People (especially women) with selfie sticks are ridiculously vain.

    Beggars using a cell phone will not gain sympathy. 
    Acanthas grows wild, free and everywhere. 

Acanthas

Acanthas, the plant that adorns the corinthian columns.  We have a funny observation we make when worried about losing our memory. It comes from a passage in Ian McEwan's novel, Amsterdam. 
 "Within weeks she was fumbling for the names of things. Parliament, chemistry, propeller she could forgive herself, but less so bed, cream, mirror. It was after the temporary disappearance of acanthus and bresaiola that she sought medical advice, expecting reassurance.
  And, thus, Wayne and I intone "Acanthus" to replace whatever name, place, event we can't remember. 

Churches

    Sant'Agnes in Agone (second visit)

     

Fountians

    All the Piazza Navona Fountains (third time)

    Trevi Fountain

Vatican City

Rome, Christmas 2002

Gallery of Maps, 2020

The Vatican doesn't change in 20 years, but some tourists do.

We employed a tour for today's Vatican visit.  With a tour guide you can skip the lines but not the crowds.  Our guide did say many times, "You are lucky there are not many people today".  And, actually it was very manageable with only the occasional large group of mask covered Chinese.  In the photo above, we are in my favorite area, the Gallery of Maps.  This gallery is 131 yards long, and it is AMAZING.  Yes, there are fresco maps of Italy on the walls of this gallery.  But the ceiling was what wowed me.  Elsewhere, we saw the usual high points which were the Raphael rooms, the Sistine, and St Peter's.  When we were here some 20 years ago, the Sistine's ceiling had not been cleaned.  Today we were able to see the vibrancy of Michelangelo's original works.  We had a nice group of 10, all Americans.  Pictures galore at flickr. 

Observations of two visitors.

    People are now wearing masks.

    

Churches

    St Peter's Basilica

Ostia Antica

Baths of Neptune, Ostia Antica

We took a 30 minute train ride out of Rome to Ostia Antica.  This archeological site once sat at the mouth of the Tiber and over the years transformed from a military base to the major port of trade for Rome.  But then the Tiber decided to change its course, and Ostia became covered in mud.  In the grander scheme, that was a fortunate thing, and protected Ostia from scavengers.  Mussolini excavated the city with abandon to reveal the "glory of Rome".  His rough and crude mannered excavation destroyed a lot of the medieval ruins.  But, all in all, it is a view of how Rome may have looked before modernity buried it.  Please take a look at flickr.

Observations of two visitors.

    Women are starting to use their ubiquitous scarves to cover mouths and noses.

     

Doria Pamphilj

Palazzo Doria Pamphilj, Courtyard

We have been passing the Palazzo Doria Pamphilj on occasion and peeking into the courtyard you see above which opens directly from the sidewalk. Today we finally entered.  The collection dates from the 17th century and includes important works by Caravaggio and the Velazquez painting of Pope Innocent X who began the collection.  To Wayne's delight there is also a Bernini bust of the Pope.  Much like the Gardner Museum in Boston, the collection remains intact and in situ thanks to the Pope's entail.  To me the star of the show, though, was the opulent palazzo.  In need of attention with regard to the ravages of time, it still shines as an entirety of amazing ceilings, walls and floors.  

Church of St Louis of the French

There are so many similar looking baroque churches here that we have difficulty knowing if we've been inside.  But today on the way back from Doria Pamphilj, we noticed this was a French church and had not been inside.  What a find!  Not only was the interior fabulous, there were three Caravaggio paintings in a chapel.  A second church discovery was the Chiesa di Sant'Ignazio di Loyola with an interesting trompe l'oeil painting in the dome.

The day ended on a high note with drinks on the roof of the Hotel Raphael. I will let the pictures tell the story at flickr. 

Observations of two visitors.

    Piazza Navona is beautiful anytime of day and never gets old.

Churches

     Chiesa di Ignazio di Loyola
      Church of St Louis of the French

A Little Protest then a Little Night Music

Plinth of Pasquino

Today was one of easy strolling and revisiting favorite spots.  The Pantheon is one such spot, and it happens to be very close to Pasquino, the talking statue who currently is expounding upon Trump.  We prepared for a visit with our own complaint.  It read, DUMP TRUMP, Vote Blue No Matter Who, Dear World, We're sorry for this raging, lying fool.  People are constantly stopping and reading the postings.  We did our part to spread the disgust.  

Early evening we attended a concert at San Cecilia of Schubert's Winterreise performed by Sabrina Cortese, soprano, and Daniele Ruffino, pianoforte.  It was quite beautiful and well attended. Pictures of our sunny day at flickr.

Observations of two visitors.

     Glue stick will adhere paper to stone.  

      Folding plastic chairs on flagstone are unstable.  Ouch!

Churches

     San Cecilia, second visit

     Pantheon, second visit