Rome is going well but it still remains the case that I will go home from this trip fit or dead. Today was the Vatican Museum. Hordes of tourists. Very squashy and claustrophobic at the beginning. Guides with scarves tied on sticks trying to get them in every photo.
Broni and I had an anger management problem in the Sistine Chapel. We were lucky enough to get a seat on a bench at the side (the ONLY bench) as soon as we got in. No photography. You can photograph everywhere else in the Vatican Museum, but not in the Sistine Chapel. Lots of guards. We now have the opinion they should arm them. Perhaps with tasers, because it would be a shame to damage Michelangelo’s artwork. Broni was sitting next to a girl who was not only taking photos with her phone but Facebooking them. On my side there was a woman taking photos of the ceiling with her camera in her lap, was replaced by a blatant couple taking lots of photos – with flash. I really felt for those guards. What a hideous job. They must hate the tourists. When I am pope I won’t let them in at all. My memories of the day will be the ceilings. I remembered they were wonderful from the last time I visited, but not to what extent. We were also going to go to St Peters, but my golly, the queues zigzagging across St Peters Square in the hot sun. We we far too tired and walked very slowly home. It seemed a long way. Tired tonight.
Across the road to eat in Piazza Borghese again. Not willing to walk any further. By this time our feet felt ragged. This was to continue until almost the end of the trip. I must confess that this sketch of the portone (big door) of the Palazzo Borghese was done from a photo. I wanted to sketch this door from the ‘piccolo bar’ as it was right opposite our front door when I lived in Rome. We planned to go over there in the early evening. I slept for an hour and a half but Broni kept on sleeping so I decided to do my sketch then and there while I sat on my bed across the road.