|Right / lower left / the family makes it to Rome|
There should be no rivalry between sisters who love each other. Still, Wyona’s venture to the Russian Market on her own was in my mind when I started to buckle over doing an afternoon in Rome on my own. “What is the worst thing that could happen to me?”, I thought.
Number one on that list was that I could get lost and miss the boat home.
What is there to fear in that, I coached myself – catch up with it at another port. I also considered the idea that in the next 20 years I am going to drop dead at some point, but I am careful now to carry a photocopy of my passport, so I won’t be an unidentified body.
Finding no other fear, I struck out on my own – to find the Pantheon, the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steppes, Navarone Plaza, the ancient Tiber River, a stroll past Vatican city ... all within walking distance from St. Paul’s Cathedral.
|so much to photograph ... so little time|
When the line up behind me is long enough, I turn to the next patron and confess, “I need some help here. I have no idea which button to push so that this machine will spit out a ticket for me.”
Luckily someone who speaks English steps up to help me.
Mary and I were in Rome on All Saint’s Day last year – the only time when the cathedral is closed to visitors because a religious service is in progress.
|Pantheon -- yes, there is a hole in the middle of the ceiling!|
The literature reminded me that 10,000 people can fit in the cathedral – so I walked around it, imaging how many times it has been filled and enjoying a sight I had missed the first time around.