I haven't much mentioned the Churches here. And I haven't taken us into quite as many as I anticipated, which is to say we've only been to 30 or 40 of them. I'm probably supposed to give a thought to how these are religious places directly reflecting a current religion. We are there by the sufferance of said Religious group. Okay. But in my heart of heart these are amusement park rides, art, toys, wonders. They are deep and wild paintings, dramatic settings, whirls of fabulous marble, soaring architectural feats and fancy, and visions carved out of stone. I'm there for the art. The owners are free to try and sell me on Jesus, but that ship sailed a long time ago. And so did all the people who made this stuff.
Speaking of amusement parks today we made it out to the Quartiere Coppede, which is a fanciful neighborhood much of which (well, not as much as I hoped) is made in an Italian variant style of Art Nouveau. I think it's called liberty style. At its best it really is all sort of fairytale castles. Even further past this was a round and spectacular, quiet and ancient mausoleum (Mausoleo di Santa Costanza). When I was an early teen and my mother redecorated the house and asked what color walls I wanted, this ceiling is bascially what I meant.