When I first came to Rome, lo those decades ago, it was nearly impossible to find any beautiful sacred vessel in the shops. Market forces, however, have shifted inventories decisively away from the hideous globs of who-knows-what gray metal covered with abstract representations of who-knows-what worthy of any pre-school classroom shelf.
Market forces have followed the workings of the Biological Solution.
The younger men, not inebriated or hung-over from the heady wine of those halcyon conciliar days, didn’t have that iconoclastic streak of the previous generation. They wanted – want – things that are worthy of the altar.
In any event, I am killing some time before an appointment. Here are some shots of stuff in windows of clerical shops near San Pietro.