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Discovering New Music on the Road

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

Today’s blog entry is a little different.   I’ve decided to share some music that I’ve encountered while travelling in Europe.   No photos and no detailed commentary…just some YouTube links that you can check out if you are interested in some fun music from other countries.

While it is tempting to sightsee as much as possible while travelling, some down time is inevitable.  Whether it is on account of bad weather or simply because I need to take a break, I occasionally take it easy by watching the local music video channel.  As a former radio broadcaster, I’m intrigued by seeing how things work in other countries (the cover” photo for this post is from a museum in Rome – it is a recreation of a vintage television studio at RAI, the state broadcaster).   However, watching local music video channels is also a great way to hear music that I haven’t encountered at home.

A couple of years ago, Italy’s RTL station played a soulful and unabashedly retro song called “Moneygrabber”.   I never thought I would discover an American group (“Fitz and the Tantrums”) on Italian television, but that’s exactly what happened.  Here’s the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggbNKKDTBNA

Italy has been a good source of new music for me.  Last year, RTL played a fun Italian-language track by a singer named Max Gazzè.  See if you can figure out what this song is all about by watching this video:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ej0ME8xdiF8

An English-language single that I never encountered in Canada is “Jungle Drum” by Emiliana Torrini.  She’s from Iceland but I first saw the quirky video when a Swiss friend shared it on Facebook:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZ9vkd7Rp-g

You may remember that I picked up a Croatian new music compilation when I visited Split.   I wasn’t expecting to find a ska-influenced song that was punctuated with some interesting passing chords.  Here’s “Savršen Film” by the unusually-named “Justin’s Johnson”:   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLJPJ7uhv7w

Reggae seemed to be lurking in the background of a few Croatian songs this year.  Is Dalmatian Reggae the next big thing?   Perhaps in anticipation of such a craze, here’s a baffling (a donkey and a seagull?) video by Jasmin Stavros called “Reggae Dalmatino”:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysYYrc3mdgk

All of this music flows nicely into the final hints about my next destination.  I will be visiting a very musical island that has produced an impressive number of traditional and popular musicians.  I also have high hopes for music shopping while there.  Find out this weekend when I publish my next post!

Italian Leftovers

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

As I have chosen to write this blog in “real time”, some interesting topics and photos inevitably get overlooked because they weren’t at the top of my mind when I was writing my blog posts.   Before heading out to my next destination, here are some of those overlooked items from Italy.

This was my first visit to the enormously popular cities of Rome and Venice.  Even in March, the mid-day tourist crush in these cities could be quite daunting.  The best sightseeing moments were early and late in the day, when the group tours had left and quiet contemplation was possible.  This is probably true for all major tourist sights, but it becomes critical during the warmer months when crowds and confusion are much more uncomfortable.

Swiss Guards at St. Peter's Basilica (Vatican City)
Swiss Guards at St. Peter’s Basilica (Vatican City)

As they have been for hundreds of years, the Swiss Guards are entrusted with the protection of the Pope and the Vatican.  They really are Swiss and there is a competitive selection  process for young Swiss who wish to fulfil this role.

The Pantheon is probably the best-preserved building from the glory days of the Roman Empire.  Below is a temple built in the Forum nearly 2,000 years ago for a Roman power couple; it remains more or less intact despite many attempts to pillage it over the centuries.

Monument to XXX and YYY, The Forum (Rome)
Temple of Antoninus Pius and Faustina, The Forum (Rome)

Cortina d’Ampezzo has a reputation as a haven for the Italian glitterati but we were fortunate to find very affordable accommodation right on the main pedestrian boulevard.  The Hotel Montana (see photo at top of this post) was family run; in fact, the manager represented Italy several times in curling world championships…so he had a special affinity for Canada and Canadian curlers!

Even better, the hotel was right across from the bell tower that could be seen from anywhere in the surrounding mountains.  This really helped in orienting ourselves, as the Alps are notorious for distorting your perception of time and distance.

Basking in the sun, just below the Lagazuoi summit (Passo Falzarego)
Basking in the sun, just below the Lagazuoi summit (Passo Falzarego)

The weather in Cortina remained warm throughout the week.  While I prefer skiing in deep powder, I also enjoy skiing in slushy snow and being able to ditch the jacket (albeit briefly) was a fun little indulgence.  We encountered almost none of the ice that often plagues skiing in Eastern Canada.   As you can see, there  also were very few skiers on the slopes!

And just because it’s such a unique city, I think it is entirely appropriate to include another photo from the back “streets” of Venice.

Venice
Venice

I’m taking a break from the blog for a few days but will be posting again once I arrive at my next destination.  It’s actually not that far from Kingston but for some reason I (and many other Kingstonians) have never visited it.  Stay tuned for the details!

A Farewell to Venice

(Venice, Italy)

After leaving Cortina d’Ampezzo, I still had one day in Venice before returning to Canada.  One of my ski friends suggested that we visit the Palazzo Ducale (known in English as the Doge’s Palace), so we managed to squeeze that in before the palace closed for the day.

I hadn’t researched the Palazzo Ducale much, as I didn’t think I would have a chance to visit it…but I’m really glad that we did.  The palace was the headquarters of the Venetian Republic, which had influence and lands far beyond present-day Venice.   I had no idea that the Republic had so much wealth.

The palace tour started slowly, with some small but nice rooms in the Doge’s Apartment.  After viewing a few increasingly ornate rooms, we began to laugh as we entered each new one.  How could they possibly top the previous one?  But they did, in a dazzling spiral of opulence.  From the Apartment to the administrative “rooms”, the paintings, ceilings and carvings just kept getting bigger and bigger.  Finally, the largest hall was approximately the size of a hockey arena.  Looking from the street, we had no idea that such a space was inside the palace.  Sadly, photos are not permitted within the palace itself, so you’ll just have to take my word on this.  In addition to the building, there are some remarkable collections of maps, globes and antique weaponry.  I saw an old mural showing eastern North America; what is now Southern Ontario was described then simply as Iroquois lands.

Inside the Bridge of Sighs (Palazzo Ducale, Venice)
Inside the Bridge of Sighs (Palazzo Ducale, Venice)

Near the end of the tour, we also got to see the Venetian prison located adjacent to the palace and across a canal.  Leading from the palace courts to the dungeon-like prison was an enclosed arched bridge known as the Bridge of Sighs.   It was given this name because it is said that this was a prisoner’s final view of the splendours of Venice…which would cause the prisoner to sigh.

View from the Bridge of Sighs (Palazzo Ducale, Venice)
View from the Bridge of Sighs (Palazzo Ducale, Venice)

For our final dinner, we went to an enoteca (wine bar) in the Dorsoduro neighbourhood. Dorsoduro is slightly less touristy than the neighbourhoods around the Rialto Bridge and Piazza San Marco; there were even a number of Venetians out and about. The enoteca was very atmospheric and the menu is rewritten by hand every day, depending on what is in season and what inspires the chef.

The Rialto Bridge (Venice)
The Rialto Bridge (Venice)

This was when the rain started. I can’t complain, as I was in Italy for 2 full weeks before there was any inclement weather. Even so, it was nice to experience rain in Venice because of the city’s constant battle with water.   Thinking back to an earlier comment about the smell of the Sistine Chapel, I now know what Venice smells like in the rain. It’s not a great smell by any means; it’s rather pungent and boggy.  But at least it is a real smell.  Venice may be inching closer to Disneyland status every year, as Venetians migrate away from the inconveniences of the island city and hotels fill the former homes, but Disneyland would never carry the whiff of a re-emerging swamp.

Another thing about Venice that really struck me as we wandered off the beaten path: the absence of the sounds of motor vehicles. No cars are allowed in Venice itself. We’re so used to cars and trucks in cities that Venice sounded almost medieval as a result. There are some motorized boats on the Grand Canal, but even these dwindle markedly after 5:00 p.m. when most of the tourists leave. Other old cities in Europe (Prague, for example) look the part, but I’d have to say that only Venice still sounds old.  Italy is indeed a feast for the senses.

View from the Accademia Bridge (Venice)
View from the Accademia Bridge (Venice)

Skiing in Cortina d’Ampezzo – Part Three: Horses and War

(Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy)

Our final two days of skiing are now complete.  Yesterday, as promised, there was no strike and we were able to take the bus to Passo Falzarego and then ski to the Alta Badia ski region.  This is no ordinary transfer.  You begin by skiing many kilometres down the “Hidden Valley” to Armentarola.   I’m running out of words to describe our reactions to the scenery around here; how about “gobsmacked”?

The horses who "lifted" us to Armentarola
The horses who “lifted” us to Armentarola

We eventually ended up on an almost flat plain just outside Armentarola.  This normally means some tough skate-skiing, but in this case there was another option.  We could get pulled the final few minutes to Armentarola by a team of horses!  Together with about 20 of our similarly astonished ski brethren, we each grabbed the ropes trailing the horses and held on (while still on our skis).  I’ve never seen anything like it.  I had some apprehension due to a fairly serious horse allergy, but I was far enough behind the horses that this was not really an issue.

Summit station at Lagazuoi (Passo Falzarego)
Summit station at Lagazuoi (Passo Falzarego)

We spent the rest of the day skiing in Alta Badia.  This area is very famous in Europe for the fierce battles that were fought in World War I.  There are tours (including ski tours) where you can visit the front lines and installations of the Austrian and Italian armies.  As a result of Italy’s victory in this region, the Austrian province of Sud-Tirol became part of Italy and was renamed Alto Adige.  There has obviously been some “Italianization”, but German remains the primary language in much of Alto Adige.  In fact, a third language (Ladin) is also spoken around here.  Ladin is closely related to Rumantsch, a language spoken in the remote southeast corner of Switzerland.  To my ears, Ladin and Rumantsch are like Italian spoken with German sounds.  As the name suggests, Ladin is directly descended from Latin.   Considerable efforts are now being made to preserve this ancient language.

I mention this because we were essentially on the linguistic border for lunch.  I could order my pasta in German rather than my enthusiastic but almost non-existent Italian.  The servers carried the huge wallets that are so characteristic of the German-speaking countries, there was no coperto, many of the dishes had Ladin names, and Skiwasser appeared on the menu.  I remain fascinated by crossing borders like this, even though we were in Italy at all times.

IMG_1189For our last day of skiing, we revisited the “greatest hits” of the Tofana area.  The last day of skiing is often a little sad, as we realize that we are having our last mountain lunch, our last lift and eventually our final run.   I always feel very alive skiing in the Alps, as if I am reconnecting with a more natural way of life.  While it is always hard to see a ski week end, I am also always highly motivated to begin planning the next mountain adventure. It’s now time to return to Venice.

Skiing in Cortina d’Ampezzo – Part Two: The Strike

(Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy)

When we first looked at the piste map for the Passo Falzarego ski area, we didn’t have very high expectations for our third day on the slopes.  We knew that the view from the top of Lagazuoi was highly regarded, but otherwise the ski area looked a little lightweight.  There weren’t many lifts, nor were there a lot of pistes.  On the plus side, it looked like the weather would once again be sunny and warm.

Cinque Torri (5 Towers), near Cortina d'Ampezzo
Cinque Torri (5 Towers), near Cortina d’Ampezzo

We needn’t have worried.  It was another wonderful day on the slopes.   We went on some pistes more than once but that allowed us to ski them properly after taking photographs the first time down.

Unfortunately, the hockey game didn’t take place that evening.  It was supposed to be a playoff game between Cortina d’Ampezzo and Fassa…but Cortina had already eliminated Fassa and therefore the scheduled game didn’t need to be played.  We still wandered around the 1956 Olympic Arena and looked at the various Olympic-related exhibits inside.

Our 4th day of skiing was supposed to be in the Alta Badia region to the west of Cortina.   To get there, you need to take a bus to Passo Falzarego and then ski down the mysterious and isolated “Hidden Valley”.  We were a few minutes early for the scheduled 8:45 a.m. bus departure, along with a number of other skiers.  The minutes crept by until it was after 9:00 a.m., when somebody decided to ask the staff member at the bus station when the bus might arrive.

We then learned that there was no bus:  there was a rotating strike and our bus driver was not working. There was no sign and no announcement.  We were quite disappointed about this and also began to wonder about the wisdom of having purchased the (more expensive) ski pass that enabled us to also ski in Alta Badia.  We quickly decided to ski in the Faloria region again, as one of our group members arrived late on Sunday and hadn’t skied there yet. There was also one piste, high up in the rocks, that went through one of those impossibly rugged mountain-top canyons but was closed on Sunday due to high winds.  Maybe it would be open today?

This makeshift day turned out to be the best yet.  Faloria was even less crowded than on Sunday and the pistes were in excellent condition despite the continuing warm temperatures.   We skied the long black-rated piste from the top of Tondi several times because the conditions were so good and the layout of the piste enabled long, uninterrupted skiing.

We had lunch at the mountain restaurant pictured at the top of my previous Cortina post and then  turned our eyes to the nearby Forcella Staunies piste (also pictured in my previous post).   It wasn’t open in the morning but now there seemed to be some activity around it.

Yes!  It was now open!   And then, as we rode the chair lift up to the top of the piste, we fell silent.  You cannot help feeling completely awed when sheer cliffs abruptly rise hundreds of metres on either side of you.  You feel like an insect, a fragile piece of near-insignificance, fortunate to be there but also well-advised not to linger very long.

Skiers on the Forcella Staunies piste
Skiers emerging from the Forcella Staunies piste

The rocks are so close to you that no photograph can really capture their immensity, although we tried our best!  We returned several times – when would we ever have such an opportunity again?

Shocked and awed at Forcella Staunies
Shocked and awed at Forcella Staunies

Another travel lesson learned – although the strike was inconvenient, it enabled an  alternative that was probably even better than what we missed.  We can always go to Alta Badia tomorrow, as we were assured that the striking bus driver would return.

Skiing in Cortina d’Ampezzo – Part One

(Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy)

Cortina d’Ampezzo, located in the Dolomite mountains, hosted the 1956 Winter Olympics.  It was a very proud moment for post-war Italy and Cortina remains a very fashionable Italian ski resort…although I would say that the majority of guests do not ski.  Many are here to relax, see, and be seen.  Furs are commonplace.

Normally, I would avoid places like that.  However, I’m here in Cortina because I had a very enjoyable ski week last year in Val Gardena, Italy.  In fact, on the balance, that was probably my favourite week of skiing ever.  The skiing, weather, food, accommodation and scenery were practically perfect.   My skiing friends felt the same way, so we decided that we would return to the same general area; moving only from Val Gardena on the western (German and Ladin speaking) edge of the Dolomite Ski Region to Cortina d’Ampezzo on the eastern (Italian speaking) edge for this year.

Forcella Staunies ski lift and piste (Cortina d'Ampezzo)
Forcella Staunies ski lift and piste (Cortina d’Ampezzo)

The Dolomites are like no other ski area.  Massive, tooth-shaped rocks crown the mountain ridges.  The rocks glow slightly red, especially as the sun goes down in the late afternoon.  There are just as many “Kodak Moments” as in Venice.  Mountain restaurants are everywhere and the food is excellent.

Cable car ascending to the Ra Valles ski area (Cortina d'Ampezzo)
Cable car ascending to the Ra Valles ski area (Cortina d’Ampezzo)

Happily, the first two days of skiing have lived up to expectations.  As it is relatively late in the season and many Cortina guests aren’t skiers anyway, there are practically no lift lines.  There is a lot of snow – Cortina being one of the few resorts in the Alps to have substantial snowfall this winter (which has been very mild in Europe).  However, the most important factor is the weather.  Today, the temperature reached 16’C in the early afternoon.  I was skiing in a t-shirt and a jacket; even such minimal layering was too warm.  The sun has been shining brilliantly for two straight days and we expect more of the same for at least the next two days.

Our ski group passing through the rocks at Pomedes (Cortina d'Ampezzo)
Our ski group passing through the rocks at Pomedes (Cortina d’Ampezzo)

Yesterday, we concentrated on skiing the Faloria and Forcella Staunies areas.  We had Forcella Staunies practically to ourselves.  There was one very interesting period of high winds.  Although it was perfectly sunny, the wind was strong enough to move me uphill (from a full stop) on my skis.

My lunch at Rumerlo - Insalata Carciofi (artichoke, reggiano parmigiano, walnuts, pomegranate, etc.)
My lunch at Col Druscie – Insalata di Carciofi (artichoke, reggiano parmigiano, walnuts, pomegranate, etc.)

Today, we spent the day in the Tofana and Pomedes areas.  We ate lunch outside, high above Cortina at a place called Col Druscie.  Col Druscie hosted the slalom races in the 1956 Olympics; right before lunch, we were able to ski the actual Olympic slalom piste ourselves without any other skiers on the slope.

With three languages and a history of being shuffled around between various countries and empires, this part of Italy is also extremely interesting from a cultural perspective.  I hope to comment more on that in a future post.  Right now, I need to get some sleep so that I can fully appreciate tomorrow’s skiing in the Lagazuoi/Passo Falzarego area.   We also hope to go to a professional Italian hockey game in the evening.

Venice may be sinking, but it is still making fools out of tourists

(Venice, Italy)

I had seen the pictures and the videos.  I thought I knew what Venice looked like.  I thought I was prepared for the freakish sight of buildings rising out of the water, gondolas gliding on the canals, and exquisite bridges leading from one island to another.  But there is one thing that photos and videos cannot capture:  the feeling of complete disorientation when you try to navigate around this bizarre city.

I *thought* I had a sense of direction.  It totally abandoned me in Venice.  There is no grid of streets.  Well, there really aren’t any streets.  Just a disjointed series of short alleyways, blind turns, canals and bridges that never intersect at a proper 90′ angle.  And there are no  landmarks, except when you are on the coastline, because there is no way to see the landmarks when the “streets” are only a couple of feet wide and all of the buildings tower over you.  If you’re lucky, you’ll find a piazza (square).  But it is never a “square” and the “streets” leading away from it never go in a useful direction.

I tried.  I really did.  I even used multiple maps.  Even with maps (which I think are deliberately erroneous), however, you *still* are helpless.  It doesn’t help that every corner reveals a new “Kodak Moment” that makes you look up, around, and lose your bearings even more.  I took a huge number of pictures, thinking that I had stumbled upon the ultimate Venice vista.  Until I turned the next corner…

This happens during the daytime,  Nighttime is even worse, but it is also even more beautiful as the tour groups leave the city and the moon reflects off the water.  More pictures, more disorientation…

The Grand Canal, Venice
The Grand Canal, Venice

Yes, anything near the Grand Canal is probably a tourist trap.  Yes, it is expensive and hard to get to.  But I have never seen anything like it and it was exhilarating to repeatedly get lost in this unique city.  I’m so glad that I stopped here for a day before heading into the mountains.

One of the smaller canals in Venice
One of the smaller canals in Venice

The Colosseum, the Forum and the Vittoriano

(Rome, Italy)

For our last two days in Rome, we decided to combine some neighbourhood wandering with visits to some of the famous massive structures of Rome.  As predicted, there was also gelato; our current favourite (and the apparent favourite of locals) is Gelateria Romana. They have some unusual flavours, including 3 with pesto!

Arch of Septimius Severus (The Forum, Rome)
Arch of Septimius Severus (The Forum, Rome)

Yesterday began with a visit to the combined site of Palatine Hill and the Forum.  Palatine Hill was the former home of emperors, so their palaces form much of the ruins. The Forum was the civic centre of Rome; although much is in ruins here too, you can still see various temples, arches and basilicas.  It was surprising to see how these structures were built practically on top of each other; little attempt was made to let the buildings breathe.

East side of the Colosseum (Rome)
East side of the Colosseum (Rome)

After a break, we braved the crowds and visited the famous Colosseum.  Its real name is actually the Flavian Amphitheatre, but the later nickname eventually caught on and that’s what everybody calls it today.    It could hold 50,000 people and really does resemble today’s football stadia…just with a smaller “playing field”.  We were able to wander freely on the first and second levels; it is an extremely impressive structure, even though what remains is really only about a third of what originally existed.  Virtually no “seats” remain and much of the outer wall is gone.

While ancient Rome called the rest of the world “barbarians”, by today’s standards the gory and violent events within the Colosseum can only be described as barbaric.  The stadium was chiefly devoted to man-to-man, animal-to-animal, or animal-to-man combat…often to the death.  Even if losing gladiators survived the fight, they might be killed anyway if their performances were not judged to be satisfactory.  Condemned criminals were thrown unarmed and naked to hungry wild animals, so that they would eventually be killed by the beasts.

All of this sounds horrific, but I read last week that the condemned uncle of an Asian dictator was recently put to death the same way.  The recent popularity of extremely violent sports (such as “ultimate fighting”) also shows that civilization can be a very thin veneer even now.

External view of the Colosseum (Rome) under renovation
External view of the Colosseum (Rome) under renovation

Today we visited a nearby but much more recent colossus:  the monument to Vittorio Emanuele II (also known as the “Vittoriano”).  This is a huge white marble monument (pictured at the top of this post)  in the centre of Rome that was built to celebrate the modern unification of Italy.  It also affords great views of the city.  We stumbled upon a couple of interesting and highly specialized museums inside the Vittoriano:  one on the history of Italian emigration and the other on the history of RAI, Italy’s national broadcaster.  Although both were presented in Italian only, we really enjoyed them and would especially recommend the emigration museum to immigrants or those from a country largely populated by immigrants.  The broadcasting museum would appeal mainly to those familiar with Italian entertainment personalities, but we found enough radio-related material to reminisce about our days with Queen’s University Radio (CFRC).

Circus Maximus, with Palatine Hill in background (Rome)
Circus Maximus, with Palatine Hill in background (Rome)

After a visit to the gradually gentrifying neighbourhood of Trastevere, we stopped at the Circus Maximus (home of ancient chariot races).  No real structures remain, but we were able to wander around the “track”.

We ended our day with some shopping in and around the Via del Corso.  Sadly, Rome’s music stores have almost completely disappeared, while international brands are taking over more and more of the prime commercial real estate.  We consoled ourselves with Perugina chocolates.

The Lost City of Ostia Antica

(Rome, Italy)

Today we stepped back in time approximately 2000 years.

Ostia Antica
Ostia Antica

Like Pompeii, nobody has lived in Ostia Antica for many, many centuries.  But Ostia Antica was not destroyed by a volcano.  Instead, after being lived in for hundreds of years, Ostia Antica was simply abandoned somewhere around the 6th century.  The Tiber River changed course over time and this contributed to the relocation of Ostia Antica’s population.

Ostia Antica
Ostia Antica

Ostia Antica was huge – it used to be home to 60,000 people.  You can still explore almost the entire ruined city, although it gets a little creepy at times.  Sometimes it just felt like we were trespassing on other people’s property.  At other times, you wondered if you had wandered into some kind of post-apocalyptic nuclear nightmare.

Ostia Antica
Ostia Antica

Many of the ruins were several stories high.  Some buildings still had floors of mosaic tiles, while some walls still had signs or drawings on them.  What I found interesting was the extensive use of bricks, which I hadn’t previously associated with the Romans.

(Very) Public Washrooms at Ostia Antica
(Very) Public Washrooms at Ostia Antica

Whenever I explore a Roman site, the same song inevitably runs through my head:  Sting’s “All This Time”.   It was released in 1991, the same year that I did the stereotypical post-university backpacking adventure through Europe.  One of my first stops was at the Roman Amphitheatre in Trier, Germany…and the song has had a Roman association for me ever since.   While hit lyrics often look horrendous when written out, these aren’t too bad:

Teachers told us
The Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple on the edge of the
Empire garrison town
They lived and they died
They prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled
Till all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found

Highlighting the inevitable passage of time and the inevitable decline of great empires, it was an appropriate soundtrack for wandering in the archaeological ruins.

The Theatre at Ostia Antica
The Theatre at Ostia Antica

We were at Ostia Antica for more than 4 hours and, notwithstanding the occasional creepy feeling, it was a peaceful way to spend the afternoon.

The Greatest Work of Art ever?

(Rome, Italy)

Our first stop on the way to Vatican City was at the Pantheon.  Before researching our visit to Rome, I don’t think I appreciated how the Pantheon was different from the Parthenon in Athens.  There are definite similarities:  they are both 2000+ years old and both have that classical façade.

The Pantheon (Rome)
The Pantheon (Rome)

 

The Pantheon is the oldest continuously used building in Rome.  There are lots of more recent additions inside of it, reflecting the changes of time (Christianity, Italian royalty, etc.).  But the most impressive element is the massive dome on top of it.  I can’t imagine how awesome this must have looked to an ancient Roman.   It looks huge even today.   Like many massive indoor structures, however, it is difficult to properly capture on camera.   You’ll have to settle for the outdoor view, which doesn’t hint at the majesty within.

From the Pantheon, we passed through Piazza Navona (pictured at the top) and explored some nearby neighbourhoods full of twisty narrow streets.  We eventually made it to Vatican City (an independent country, through an interesting series of historic events) where we  sent some postcards we had promised to friends and family.

St. Peter's Basilica (Vatican City)
St. Peter’s Basilica (Vatican City)

The Vatican has its own postal system and postcards mailed from there are therefore quite desirable to stamp collectors.

We visited the Vatican Museum after lunch and I’ll be honest:  we really went for one reason only…to see the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, painted by Michelangelo 500 years ago.  It did not disappoint.  Considered by many to be the greatest work of art ever created by an individual, its scale is massive.  And even if you aren’t impressed by the scale, the technical accomplishment is beyond belief.  It is truly remarkable that Michelangelo could design and paint such a massive work, with appropriate perspective, on a curving surface so high in the air.  A couple of years ago, we saw Leonardo da Vinci’s “The Last Supper” in Milan.  While an undoubted highlight of our trip to northern Italy, I think it is surpassed by the Sistine Chapel.   Alas, the magnitude and appeal of the Sistine Chapel means that you will  be sharing the experience with hundreds of other (stunned) people.  It was much easier to take in  when sitting down on one of the benches along the side walls of the Chapel.    Otherwise, it will be dizzying in every sense of the word.  No photography was allowed, so you will have to see it for yourself!

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A nice surprise was the Vatican’s exhibit of carriages and automobiles that have been used by the popes.  I took a  lot of pictures but I’ve only posted the “popemobile” that was carrying John Paul II during a terrorist’s attempted assassination in 1981.  There has been a definite shift over the centuries from luxury to functionality.

We ended our Vatican day by visiting St. Peter’s Basilica.  Again, the sheer scale is overwhelming.  It covers 6 acres and can hold 60,000 people.  However, partly because this was not the work of just one person, the immensity of it wasn’t quite as impressive as you might expect.  For me, the highlight was the “Pieta” by Michelangelo.

Michalangelo's PIeta
Michelangelo’s PIeta

He carved this sculpture from a single piece of marble in his early twenties.   This would surely be the work of a lifetime for anybody else.  However, this was also the guy who painted the Sistine Chapel.  And, as it turns out, he also was involved with the design of St. Peter’s and the massive dome on top of it.

We are exhausted after an overwhelming day.  In order to see more of “random Rome”, we decided to walk from our hotel all the way to Vatican City.   By itself, it was quite manageable and we were able to see a lot of interesting things along the way.  However, when combined with the standing and walking in the Vatican itself, it may have been somewhat overambitious.  We will try to reduce the amount of walking tomorrow!