Therefore, I get an extra hour of sleep which I am obviously not having, because I am posting this.
This “fall back” change isn’t such a big deal for us who have Mass to attend. If we screw up we are an hour early for Mass.
In the USA, however, the time change will be Sunday Nov 2 (All Souls).
Perhaps later in the day, if I am walking around, I might find some Roman “clock” stuff. It has been a while since I have seen, for example, the sun clock in Santa Maria deli Angeli, built into the remains of the huge Baths of Diocletian.
At SM degli Angeli there is a tiny hole in the roof which, creating a pin-hole camera, allows a beam of sunlight, an image of the solar disk, to strike the floor below. Your Earth’s yellow sun’s image moves across the floor of the basilica. At solar noon it crosses the meridian point. This served as Rome’s official clock for a long time. At noon, a flag would go up from the roof and a canon on the Gianicolo Hill would boom out to mark the day. It memory serves, noon was the real mark of a day because it could be more easily identified than midnight, for obvious reasons. Thus also, the nautical day began at noon, as Capt. Aubrey would surely explain were he here. There is, at SM degli Angeli another pin-hole camera set up for the the star Polaris, though I am not sure how that worked.
If you keep your eyes open when walking around in Rome, you will start spotting everywhere sundials of one type or other. Off the top of my head I can picture one built into the wall of what was once the Jesuit Collegio Romano. At P.za Montecitorio there is one built into the pavement with one of the 13 ancient obelisks as the gnomon (shadow caster). That obelisk had actually been the gnomon of August Caesar’s sundial. The obelisk of St. Peter’s Square casts a shadow on a large clock/calendar in the pavement. There are lots of others, as well.
Another shot from yesterday.
Some were wondering about the path of the procession. We left San Lorenzo in Damaso and went toward the Tiber on the…
We passed by this (though I shot the photo today). This is an ancient pomerium stone from the time of the Emperor Claudius. You can see another across the river at the Basilica of St. Cecilia.
The pomerium stones marked the border of the inner city beyond which a man with imperium as a provincial governor or a general of an army was unable to pass without losing his mandate. Thus, anything he would have done would have been illegal. That was supposed to prevent men such as Julius Caesar from entering the city center with an army. The pomerium was a theoretical boundary, rather than a wall, with religious overtones.
Meanwhile, my view from my seat in choro yesterday.
I enjoyed watching this little kid serve the Pontifical Mass. He was the only one near his age and size and the only other one in bright red other than Card. Levada.
I didn’t go to look for Roman clocks, as I thought I would. Instead, I decided to get sick. I spent many years in Rome, and I was often ill. There’s something about this place, I guess. Why should that change for this trip? Oh well. Anyway, I did sally forth for supper.
I went to a Tuscan place nearby, which I used to take friends to in the past. They have the same owners, which isn’t as common as one might think in Rome these days. The restaurant scene here is, with a few exceptions, now a moving target. Once upon a time, it was nearly impossible to find a bad meal. That’s not the case anymore, and it hasn’t been for years. This is not just my more refined Italian palate talking, either. You can get really bad food here now. But if that’s the case, it is also possible to get food that is far better than anything that was available in yesterday, in the 80’s and 90’s. You have to develop the eye for the restaurant, find the clues, engage your “sense ragno”, which I have in spades when it comes to restaurants. I digress.
Tonight, I had one lightening fast glance at the menu at this Tuscan place I know and the choice was made.
Coniglio in umido.
Just what I guy who has felt the way I felt today needed. We all have our comfort foods. It is interesting that I have different comfort foods in Rome than I have at home. Which raises the question: Where’s home?
I guess the medicine is getting to me.
Anyway… as a side, cicoria in padella and a puré di fave. Did you know that “padella” is Roman slang for the Roman hat that clerics wear? Another word is “saturno”, for obvious reasons.
I actually swiped my bread around the plate after this, which I am not so often moved to do these days.
You would say: Ho fatto la scarpetta. That’s an idiom for wipe the plate with a piece of bread.
On the way out of the risto, I spotted this sign in a nearby bookseller’s joint. I love the free market. These folks are enterprising, and they have a good sense of humor.
Just a shot up an narrow way which reminded me of the atmosphere of the novel I have on the workbench.
Tomorrow, if I am still alive…
Pray for me and the swift intervention of St. Raphael. Please. I feel dreadful.