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Friday, March 26, 2004

vaticano 

The vatican and sistine chapel were both everything and nothing like I expected. Today I walked with a brazilian freelance journalist (who could talk for hours on end!) and a Robert Sean Leonard lookalike down to the Vatican state. St. Peter's Basilica, the statue with the worn out toes, the Pieta, the works.

I was going to talk about the grandeur of the Basilica, the awesome Sistine Chapel and the wealth of the Church. I keep returning to a scene from the Name of the Rose where the Abbo of the unnamed Benedictine monastery shows the protagonists the venerated treasures within: "...in one abbey they showed me the skull of the Baptist, aged twelve."

I don't know. My memories mix and confuse. It was a grand old place though, with the full complement of Catholic gravitas.

Having done the full round of tourist ghettoes, I don't think tomorrow will be as packed. We'll wait and see.

good night.

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