We spent the day touring Rome. Our first stop was a Vatican tour. The museum is mind blowing and the Sistine Chapel and St. Peter's sent me into overload. It was magnificent. I tried to picture what it must have been like for dad to enter this city during war time when it was almost empty. He and some recon buddies were sent into Rome before the advancing troops. Their job was to report back if there were still German forces in the city. When they realized that they had the city to themselves, with no threat of danger, they spent the day sightseeing. He explored St. Peter's with a buddy and climbed to the very top of the dome for an incomparable view. He said they locked it up the next day, not wanting allied troops to overrun it. I'm sure dad gave thanks for many answered prayers and then petitioned for safety in the days to come.
We spent the evening walking to The Trevi Fountain, The Spanish Steps and the Pantheon. It was interesting to
hear the Trevi Fountain before seeing it, to hang out with "the beautiful people" at The Spanish Steps and to "stumble upon" the Pantheon. Dinner at a trattoria while people watching capped off the day.
Rome sparkles at night.
Huge tapestries, huge statues, huge altars, I found old toe number 35 just sitting in a corner looking lonely. Nobody was taking his photo, so I did.
...just so dear...
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