Thursday, April 14, 2011

To the Coliseum

From St. Peter in Chains we walked down the hill to the Coliseum and environs and toured what is probably Rome's best known sight. Of course, getting there, as they say, is half the fun, and in an area like this, there is no lack of interesting things to see.
In the 1930s Mussolini had these over-sized reliefs done on
the huge wall outside the Forum, showing the growth of the
Roman empire; evidently trying to inspire his vaunted "eight
million bayonets"









In early Republican times








At this point, everyone, including me, is taking
pix of the couple here, who are clearly into
geo-political cartography












And here is the situation at the end of Republican times...








And here, during Hadrian's reign; let's see, Mussolini invaded
Ethiopia in 1936; sent war planes to help Franco in Spain in
1938; invaded France in 1940; Greece and Albania in
1940; Italians marched all the way across North Africa,
almost to Suez and Alexandria, with Rommel










Finally, I ask them to pose, which they did;
Vicki and I are re-considering our Ex Officio/
Magellan/REI wardrobe style; but probably
these people are not camping...











"Please help! Need ticket back to Cairo!"










"Look, Rufus, if I have told you once, I have told you M times,
it's thrust, parry, thrust"










Monday, April 11, 2011

April Update

Despite the narrative, still only at March 29, it is really April 11, and we are settled in Palo Alto, at the guest apartment of Rebecca's colleague Holly. We are all looking forward to the birth of the baby grand-daughter, now one day over-due (according to one prediction). The weather is sunny, if not exactly warm, but it is a beautiful place to be, and we are much looking forward to visiting longer-term next year.
Baby-gear shopping in Silicon Valley


















We now return to our regularly scheduled blogging....

Sunday, April 10, 2011

St. Peter in Chains, 2011

We took Monday off. Rain was forecast, and after so much walking Sunday, we needed a rest. Tuesday was Vicki's birthday, and we celebrated at a restaurant called Ostaria da Nerone, then took in the nearby St. Peter in Vinculi (St. Peter in Chains) church, then headed down to the Coliseum.
My antipasti; Vicki had her favorite veal piccata








Domenichino's liberation of St. Peter; in St. Peter in Vinculi




















The church's major attraction, Michaelangelo's Moses




















Closer up



















The associated Rachel, done by M himself (not his shop, 
students, whatever)




















At the altar, the chains that held St. Peter; or possibly the chains the Byzantines 
stretched across the Golden Horn...?
















7th century mosaic of St. Sebastian, sans
arrows




















Tomb of Nicholas of Cusa, Renaissance philosopher (left),
imploring St. Peter...















Saturday, April 9, 2011

Mishap Sunday, III: Two Churches

At length we did get to see two churches we had wanted to see in the Trastevere neighborhood, St. Mary's and St. Cecilia's. Both involved considerable confusion, getting lost, discovering that even neighborhood residents had never heard of these churches, etc.
St. Mary of Trastevere, right on the Piazza della Trastevere;
as usual, not the first, not even the first Christian, church on
this ground, the earlier ones going back to the third century;
tradition suggests this was the first purpose-built Christian
church built in Rome (previously, the faithful met in houses)
and also the first to be dedicated to Mary ("Mother of God"
it says in the crypt)















Domenichino's Assumption of Mary, in the ceiling















The building materials came from either the Baths of
Caraculla or the Temple of Isis on the Janiculum; some
sources say that faces of Isis and other Egyptian deities
were hammered off as late as 1870; anyhow, note that few
of the capitals match
















Nice painting all around the altar, life of Mary 















Very, very nice 13th century mosaic in the dome and
elsewhere


















It's a very dark old building; yet we and
others noted spotlights coming on in the
altar area now and then, we scurrying about
with our cameras to get a shot; then I
noticed this little machine, which, for 50
centavos, turns on the lights for one minute;
inserting a coin, and in my most authoritative
stage whisper, I said "Let there be light!"
























Natural light is still best















More wandering in Trastevere; St. Cecilia's
is probably no more than 6 blocks from St.
Mary's, but it took us an hour and half to
get there (such were the quality of our maps,
our map-reading skills; sense of direction;
advice given by half a dozen residents; etc.)






















St. Cecelia's, another very old church, 5th century















It's attraction is the very striking sculpture of the saint
herself by Maderno, 1600; the pose, tradition tells us, is
exactly that of how her body was found in the catacombs;
she was martyred, decapitated, along with her husband,
St. Valerian; the church is said to be built over their house















Closer up















Getting to see the scultpure closer up meant sitting, at the
back of the church, through another entire mass or vespers
or whatever, looking pious, flipping through the real estate
magazine someone had helpfully left behind; that's two
masses in one day; anyhow, this one was was helped along
by the presence and participation of a touring choir, from
Germany, we guessed, here performing a little encore after
the service




















St. Cecilia's also had very nice mosaic, including this dome














What's the square blue halo? you ask; it is how persons
living at the time of the art work's creation are depicted and
honored; in this case, the blue halo guy obviously gave
the church or financed its building; he's handing a little
model of it to St. Cecilia or some other goddess













































We retraced our steps, more directly, found the bus to Termini, and were back at the campground half an hour later. Thus ended the day--20,000 steps on the pedometer--but a reminder that even a bad day touring is a pretty good day!

Friday, April 8, 2011

Mishap Sunday, II: Trastevere

We left St. Peter's Square and headed down Via Conciliazione--built after Italy and the Vatican finally had made nice in the 20th century (thank you, Prime Minister Mussolini)--in search of a bus back to the metro and our campground. Defeated. But, despite or because of some bad advice/directions, we never did find the bus stop, and so continued on to the Tiber. At this point, Vicki became determined to rehabilitate at least part of the day, by visiting the Villa Farnese and its Rafaels.
So this time of year, Via Conciliazione is decked out in bronze sculptures of the 
way and stations of the Cross; and with Crucifixion re-enactors 
















Roman soldier Crucifixion re-enactors














Possibly would rather be somewhere else; maybe a Viking ship or Wagnerian opera















Castle San Angelo; originally Hadrian's Tomb; later a hide- out for besieged popes;
soon to be the Vatican City Hard Rock Cafe...















Photo-shoot on the Tiber


















Ditto


















Tiber nearly at flood














Roman pizza, sold by the slice/kilo; a very, very, very, very distant second to 
Neapolitan; more mishap














=
Sans guidebook (we had carried only the pages for the 
Vatican Museums) we headed on to the Villa Farnese, 
planning to see the Rafaels there





















Chiuso domenica e festivi; duh...; still hoping to save 
some of the day, we headed on further, into the Medieval 
warren/former Jewish ghetto of Trastevere





















Street scene in Trastevere


















Ditto

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Mishap Sunday, I: At The Vatican

The Vatican Museums have free admission on the fourth Sunday of every month, so we had the bright idea of going in to see them, at least for a reconnaissance. It was the first act of a day-long comedy of errors.
The Museums open at 9 and we got there by 9:15, only to find there was a line...














Wrapping around the walls of Vatican City















And on, and on














And on, until its terminus, more than a kilometer later, just outside St. Peter's Square















None shall pass, quoth the Swiss Guard


















In Bernini's colonnade, 4 massive columns deep all around, the 
grandest of all such structures, I think




















So at this point, just about that far from the great church, we decide maybe we'll
 just visit St. Peter's instead of the Museums
















Outside, by one of the fountains in St. Peter's Square, some younger persons 
practice transubstantiation with their brewskis
















Inside, one of the most famous of all masterpieces, behind a 
glass wall and twenty feet away




















We wandered about the great nave for a while, and then there was music and 
a procession; and mass began; "oh, right, it's Sunday"
















One of the guards told us we could enter the basilica when mass was over, 
maybe 45 minutes, so we sat in the chapelof Pope John XXIII (that's him), 
contemplating relevant things and trying to look pious
















This is about as close as we got; another guard, 45 minutes later, told us there 
would be masses and other religious events all the rest of the day, but that we 
could see the nave, the treasury, etc.

















The great Michaelangelo dome














Operators are standing by...OK, by this point I was feeling more than my usual 
cynical self















Mine's bigger than yours department: the central aisle is paved in these markers 
showing where other major (big) cathedrals would fit; alas, there are probably  Baptist
montrosities in Texas that could swallow St. Peter's whole; sic transit, Gloria

















One of my favorite images of St. Peter's; even a hardened cynic has to be awed 
by all the history, majesty, art, and architecture
















So as we step out the door, we are astonished to see St. Peter's Square absolutely 
filled with people, banners and signs, cheering someone who is speaking to them; 
at first I figured it was a political rally, or they were watching futbol on the big 
screen, or maybe it was even Father Guido Sarducci...


















But no, it was His Holiness, Himself, delivering His Sunday message; a bit of 
a thrill even for us, indeed redeeming all of the day's mishaps, so far...