This morning I started in the Galleries of the Palace of the Doria Pamphilij. It has been years since my last visit.
I got the audio guide, which was sprinkled through with charming accounts of family history by one of the members of the family who still live in the palace.
It’s quite a treat. Don’t miss it. You can get a photo pass.
One of my favorite renditions of a popular theme in it’s era.
When you go to the Gallery, don’t miss learning about this one. Donna Olimpia. She must have been a fright to live with. At one point she talked Innocent X, her brother in law, out of the licenses for the brothels in Rome, arguing that it wasn’t right for the Holy See to have them. She immediately took the income and put the family crest over the doors. At one point she locked the Pope in his room. Interesting.
I told you the other day that my cincture disintegrated. So… thanks to anyone who made a donation. I had to buy some new things.
A wall near St. Andrea della Valle where you can still see traces of the graffiti left by invaders from the Sack of Rome.
At Ss. Trinità for Mass, I found Father Vicarius teaching a deacon from the NAC how to say the Extraordinary Form.
On my way back from errands in the evening. The statues on the “Angel Bridge” are amazing. You never get tired of them.
The view after supper. Alas the Jesuits have this one. For now.