The procession and Pontifical Mass for the Summorum Pontificum pilgrimage was this morning. Here are some shots.
I prayed for you, the readers here, my family, my friends, my confreres in Madison, the … gulp… Synod.
Starting in S. Lorenzo in Damaso.
Off we go.
Through the streets of Rome toward San Pietro. Lot’s of tourists and Romans too, I’m afraid, gawked as if it were something from Mars. However, some few sang along with the Litany of Saints and made the sign of the Cross as we went by.
Across the Angel Bridge.
Up the Via della Conciliazione and into the piazza.
Up the main steps.
In we go.
I went to the sacristy, since I was to be one of the familiares for the Mass. I had originally thought that the celebrant was going to be Card. Burke, but instead it was a retired Argentinian bishop of some distinction. He had forbidden Communion in the hand, thus earning my respect.
Anyway, it was a beautiful Mass and procession.
We need less chatter and more processions… that‘ll help the family!
A cherished moment in an old Roman sacristy. They were looking for my personal alb, which had been squirreled away and I saw… this… which early brought tears to my eyes in consideration of how much as been lost. Mind you, I am not a great fan of these things, but… so much has been lost. Catholics, you see, don’t say … “Oh, that’s just old stuff! Good riddance!” as if it never meant anything. No … no…..
Reliquaries. They are over a meter tall.
“Buste” of the great saints for the altar. This… Augustine!
Meanwhile, who knew that nearby you could get amanita caesarea?
And the necessary puntarelle in anchovy and garlic?
Mixed up a bit, you see their wonderful curliness.
This little piggy went to market… and she didn’t come home.
Across from my front door. I especially like the guy doing drugs on the left hand side. Bless him.