Rome Day 2Be happy when you reach the top: cry, clap your hands, shout to the four winds that you did it, let the wind - the wind is always blowing up there - purify your mind, refresh your tired and sweaty feet, open your eyes, clean the dust from your heart. It feels so good, what was just a dream before, a distant vision, is now part of your life, you did it! (
Breakfast consisted of coffee and panettone. A flurry down the four sets of stairs to spill out onto the Piazza Navone, the square on which our apartment was set. It is a large and lively square containing three fountains and the baroque church of Sant'Agnese in Agone, as well as many restaurants and cafés and market stalls selling wares of a varied nature.
A brisk walk to the St. Peter’s Square, armed today with my camera. St. Peter's Basilica is quite beautiful; there are not words to describe what it is like. It is a cornucopia of Christian iconography and opulent, ornate artwork, the scale, the detail, the sheer scale and abundance of beauty took my breath away. Ariél made the comment that she would have become a Christian just to come and drink in the art. But these words do not suffice the enormity of my admiration for what we saw.
Ariél, Kyle, Sarah and I did the Cupola climb. There are a few hundred steps which become increasingly narrower and curved, you have to bend your neck over and lean to one side at some stage. Once on top, there is a 360° panoramic view of Rome. What a breathtaking sight.
After another ciolatta calda, we set off for the Spanish steps. We girls were enticed by the shops up and down the streets leading up to the steps. But, no we didn’t buy anything , just looked.