A 37 day imaginary travelogue of a
trip to Rome (with a few scattered other places such as New York).
This is written to match the journey I am actually taking, and so
each post is concurrent with the more or less actual day my wife and
I are experiencing in Rome.
What day number are we on?: 29
Level of writer's drunkenness (in
real life, scale of 1-10): one. I am going to cautiously attend an art opening this afternoon with my wife (for those of you keeping score, I can just manage this, working in the library would not have been a good idea though). There I will have some wine, maybe even two glasses, and then maybe another when we get home. So if you hang tight I may be able to move the needle on this one.
What am I eating (in real life
again)?: Will eat soon, probably some salmon salad mentioned in an earlier post.
Map or picture?: Sant'Ivo, a little close up of the tower I was able to take only because I'm good at climbing!
Any other notes/Status: This long fantasy account of my upcoming trip is messing with me just a little, and sometimes when planning I find myself thinking "Do I really want to go to this museum (or church, or restaurant, or whatever)? After all, I just went." referring only to an imaginary visit I covered in one of these posts.
Today's Entry:
It is a Sunday, and more is open in Rome than one would think. Indeed there are places that are apparently only open on Sunday. Sant'Ivo alla Sapienza, for instance. Yes, it is a church. Little and by Borromini, it is revered by those who know just enough about Baroque architecture. I read a book about baroque architecture, so I qualify. It is anomalous in the baroque in that it's very white inside, and enormously peaceful. I have on this trip cast a few affectionate slights at just how really spiritual these Roman churches are, but there really are only a couple of them that give one a hushed feeling. Sant Ivo is one. It is the only church of all we have been to where we both felt compelled to sit in the pews, just being there.
Of course, outside Sant'Ivo is just as good, but all different. There it is great fun, and the most charming of all of Rome's many little spires.
It is a Sunday, and more is open in Rome than one would think. Indeed there are places that are apparently only open on Sunday. Sant'Ivo alla Sapienza, for instance. Yes, it is a church. Little and by Borromini, it is revered by those who know just enough about Baroque architecture. I read a book about baroque architecture, so I qualify. It is anomalous in the baroque in that it's very white inside, and enormously peaceful. I have on this trip cast a few affectionate slights at just how really spiritual these Roman churches are, but there really are only a couple of them that give one a hushed feeling. Sant Ivo is one. It is the only church of all we have been to where we both felt compelled to sit in the pews, just being there.
Of course, outside Sant'Ivo is just as good, but all different. There it is great fun, and the most charming of all of Rome's many little spires.
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