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31 miles - Saturday, October 15
We
pack up and ride to Saint Peter's Square. Because of the tourist's
throng it's prime location for theft. Andy offers to stay behind with
the bikes, taking first watch while I slip a paisley skirt over my
shorts to comply with regulations.
Saint
Peters Basilica is the largest cathedral in the world. As I step into
its cooler interior, red, white, and green marble covers the floor,
the walls, columns. I am in awe. I've always loved churches for their
solitude, a place for contemplation, but this space is unique. I
feel it's historical significance, its grandeur. It has riches beyond
compare. Tall columns line the interior. Bernini's Bronze Canopy,
supported by four ornate, twisted columns stands beneath the
main dome, which towers 120 meters overhead. The dome itself, full of
scenes, with the light filtering downward from its green and golden
hues, is breathtaking.
An example of one of many 10 foot high paintings. |
Bernini's Bronze Canopy |
There is a better photo of La Pieta here. |
In
an alcove, I stumble on Michelangelo’s La
Pieta, protected
behind glass. It's smaller than I expected, but to understand the artist carved
this beautiful sculpture at 21 years old, the intricate expressions,
the draped clothing, all sculpted from a minuscule marble block...it
brings me to tears. And I hadn't even seen the Sistine Chapel.
Michelangelo’s culmination of his life's work, drawing on existing plans and forming a cohesive architectural plan for Saint
Peters Basilica, is a tribute and lasting testament to a great artist.
Out
in the heat, we confer on the 15.00 per person admittance to the
Sistine Chapel and decide to bypass a visit. The chapel is currently
under restoration, also. It's a difficult decision, however, not
knowing when or if we'll ever return.
Andy, on the left, while a local pedals by the Colosseum. |
We
pedal eastward across the city, now unafraid to ride down the wide
avenues. We stop at the Colosseum again, mainly to gobble pizza
slices we'd purchased. We visit briefly with two guys from Colorado
on mountain bikes who we'd run into the previous day. They'd spent
their first night in the woods. On a five week holiday, their plan is
to catch a ferry to Sardinia and eventually to Greece. Andy and I
clued them into Italian customs. At the same time they explained the
Colosseum today was free to visitors. We took advantage of this news
and took turns gawking at the oval interior before heading out of
Rome.
A drawing in my journal. |
Inside the Colosseum. |
Aqueduct on the Appian Way. |
We
wait at a traffic light with Port San Sebastian arch ahead, an
ancient entrance once connected to Rome's walls. Three gypsy kids
skillfully begged, moving around the cars. One girl has an infant on
her back, coaxing it to look sad and hungry.
Past
the arch we leave the city behind and gain the Appian Way, one of the
oldest roads left from the Roman Empire. It connects Rome to southern
portions, once a strategic, “appian”, means “queen” or long
distance road. We quickly pedal a one way, low trafficked paved road
along a broad, open ridge. The landscape is dry. Intact aqueducts
surprisingly appear in the distance. A few pine trees line the Appian
Way, where two high-heeled prostitutes step out, one dressed in red
miniskirt, and wiggle an index finger at my husband. We chuckle at their
brazenness. It seems like some scenarios remain unchanged, the same
profession once tempting Roman legionnaires.
By
way of back roads we reach the coast at dusk. With numerous
directions we encounter two closed campgrounds. At the second place,
the manager understands our situation, allowing us to stay the night.
Showers are not available, but water and pit toilet suffice. Grazie!
We
eat a hearty meal of pesto
con pasta
and wash it down with a 2.00 bottle of Merlot. And call it an early
night.
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