Sunrise 7:27. Sunset 18:19. Ave Maria: 18:30.
First things first. Does anyone know what this doohickey is?
Especially for MA, who wanted to get in to see this church, Santa Maria in Aquiro. This was one of the ancient diaconal tituli. There are some digs associated with the place. The church isn’t particularly remarkable.
The Pope healing a guy with the Blessed Sacrament in a procession. That’s what we need. Less chattering, no Pachamama, and lots more processions…. even in the Amazon. Like the movie.
A Pope honoring Mary. Pius IX in this case.
Stupid Altar Alert.
This is a niffy vicolo. It links P.za Capranica (where the hoity-toity seminary is/was) and the Via dei Pastini. It is hard to say how this little way got its name. One story is that knight of legend, Roland, was going to break his sword Durandel so that the enemy Saracens couldn’t get it. He slammed it into a column which was cut in half and, somehow, brought here to this alley. I once wrote a bit of a fantastic story about this street. I’ve always liked the name and weird explanations.
Santa Maria in Monterone is one of the little churches I sometimes pass on the way to the area with clerical shops.
I’ll let you guess whose hands this little church is in.
Not TOO Stupid Altar Alert.
Detached and moved. It needs a little TLC. Death looks on.
A nice old confessional.
Speaking of clerical shops. Do you see that nice rose moire above? That’s the fabric I chose for the black and silver vestments.
Now do you see that brick red fabric?
Do they look like the same color to you?
Later, even as I was trying to stop the steam from exploding out of my ears, I said a Mass in BLACK vestments, a sort of Dantesque contrapasso to my experience in the afternoon.
I was so angry that I bought new flowers for the window flower box in my apartment and transplanted them. Sometimes doing thing like that helps to dispel the fury.
COLD REPORT: It’s gone.
ANGER REPORT: It’s boiling.
A friend arrives today, and he will have the spare room here until it’s time to head home. The days are ticking down.