We may be bleary-eyed but we still live in Rome and darn it, there are sights to see! We’ve actually been having a great time on the weekends with a new weekly activity that isn’t affected by little Estelle’s evening rant: Saturday lunches. Last weekend we walked down to a photo exhibit by National Geographic, followed by a “Pizza Lunch!” (You have to say it this way because it’s so exciting when you’re almost two years old.) Except the “pizzeria” that we stopped in last weekend didn’t serve pizza at lunchtime, much to Phoebe’s dismay since she’d been
bribed looking forward to a Pizza Lunch! all morning. Lucky for us, her second favorite is pasta.
This weekend we set out for Prati, the neighborhood which is home to the most famous church in the world, St. Peter’s. The Vatican. Outside St. Peter’s Square is currently an exhibit from Chile called the Stations of the Cross described by the Catholic News Agency like this: a total of 49 statues and 11 crosses form the 14 scenes that depict Christ’s condemnation to death, the carrying of the cross, his crucifixion, death and burial. The life-size figures were installed for a first-ever viewing on one side of the arrow-straight lane running from Castel Sant’Angelo to St. Peter’s.
It’s a heavy piece but fascinating since each scene features surprisingly realistic sculptures of Jesus, Mary, Roman soldiers and several other pivotal characters from that day. Plus of course, the enormous cross. For a second I felt the way I wonder if people did during those times; feeling curious but very wrong about coming out to see such a gruesome sight. Of course, ours was significantly less dramatic since the exhibit was lined with advertisements plus tourists milling about. The tourists I expected, but what really irked me, and it did, was that the entire crowd was going the wrong way. And they didn’t seem to notice. I guess they aren’t familiar with the events in the story? And they can’t see numbers, ordering each piece one by one? Weird. We bucked the trend by just walking alongside the exhibit on the side of the road (don’t worry, no babies were harmed in the making of this afternoon.)
Out of the stroller to run around in the square then it was on to lunch, this time for pizza. Phoebe was thrilled. Estelle slept the whole time. Until we got home…