We were SO excited for the last phase of the trip - Roma! What made it even better is that my dear cousin Anna, who lives in the Netherlands, was able to join us with her son, Flinn. Hart and I visited them a few years ago, and could not wait to see them again.
But, we arrived from Firenze on a morning train, and they weren't due until late afternoon. So, you can bet we stopped at the Mercato Centrale at Roma Termini station for one more cappuccino and one more piece of Bonci potato pizza.
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| passion moves the world passion lies in bread |
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| Where's Hart? |
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| THERE he is! |
Our Michelangelo juju was not working, it seems....the crowds at the Museo Vaticani made the Accademia in Florence pale in comparison. It was a horrific experience, and dangerous. They oversold, and we were herded on a long hike through the museum in a human river that turned ugly every time we were forced to funnel through another narrow doorway. There was much to see along the way, but the claustrophobic press of the great unwashed and unaware crowds made it nearly impossible to stop and figure out what things were. Here are two nice shots of the ceiling along the way. Don't ask me anything about them, I don't know.
After about 45 minutes, with no indication that the Sistine Chapel was anywhere near, Hart and I both felt sick, frustrated, and angry. We ducked out of the line and fought our way to the nearest exit. Hart said he felt like someone touched him inappropriately along the way, and I felt like there was no concern about the welfare of their customers. FTS. Hart thinks he may try to go back some day, off-season, but I can confidently say that I will never see the Sistine Chapel. Not giving them another dime or trusting them with my well-being.
The stairs were nice, on the way out....
And when we got back, Anna and Flinn were there....everything got a lot better, quickly!
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