Sunrise – 7:14, Colors – 18:40, Ave Maria 19:00.
Rome is truly “crazy town” right now.
Over at Santa Maria in Transpontina there is a display, with people stationed to offer help to the curious, of what (they hope) the Synod hopes to integrate. Involved are those who performed the probably demonic pagan rite in the Vatican gardens.
And an image I don’t want to post, but you can access HERE, of a woman breastfeeding some sort of critter.
“But Father! But Father!”, you papalatrous toadies are croaking, in your best imitation of colorful Amazon tree frogs, “That’s just Nature! Mother Nature! Get it? It’s like … like… you know… the ecosystem… which is church and… and… it’s NATURE! But you are against nature because YOU HATE VATICAN II!”
Sorry, folks. But that’s just weird.
Meanwhile, back in the Rione Regola, where I am staying, we find a fountain that might be mistaken for one of the “fontane rionali” (I posted the “pigna” fountain the other day) This is the Fontana dela Cancelleria, or Chancery which is nearby. That’s where the tree highest tribunals of the Church are housed. This fountain, however, was designed by the guy who also did the fountain in the Piazza Viminale and the monument to the Bersagliere at the Porta Pia and the “Dioscuri” out in the ghastly EUR zone. So, same sterile era as the fontane rionali.
This fountain depicts the arms of Card. Scarampi who commissioned Bramante to design the Palazzo della Cancelleria in the 15th century.
Here’s the facade of the 18th c. Santa Maria d’Orazione e Morte, on the Via Giulia,”St. Mary of Prayer and Death”. Cheerful title. There was an earlier church, dating to the 16th c.
Outside are plaques with slots for the giving of alms for the care of the dead, the lighting of a perpetual lamp (who knows if that’s still going… I doubt it) and also for widows and children of men who died while working. There was a confraternity here, which was dedicated to giving decent burial to the abandoned dead. St. Charles Borromeo was a member.
“This is my lot, today, but your’s tomorrow!” Hodie mihi, cras tibi!
Memento mori! I hope the nitwit who made the graffito got a good look.
I haven’t seen it for years, but inside there is a room decorated with human bones, candelabra from skulls, etc. You don’t see the church or that room open very often.
The Roman poet Belli has a couple of sonnets about the church and the cemetery, which was destroyed, probably when the embankments and the roadway of the Lungotevere was put through. One of them HERE.
Meanwhile… or rather meenwhile… I have nothing to report about food. Breakfast was a cup of granola, no lunch. Last night I was out for a very pleasant supper with some great guys, but the food, while decent, was unremarkable. So, I end with this brilliant mural observation.
Yes, do. Please, just go, vegan.
I’m sure that you were wondering whether or not I obtained a spatula. I did. It is very nice. Blue. I bought it from a little shop around the corner that has a bit of everything. A nice old codger runs it with his wife. I don’t know how they keep the doors open. His grandfather, he informed me, found the amazing bronze Etruscan chariot which you can view now in the Met in NYC. I’ll do my best to buy things from them, if at all possible and as need arises. Next on the list: sewing items.
I spoke with the tailor about my new cassock yesterday after Mass. He was at the church to fit someone. He looked at me and wanted to check my details again, saying that I’ve lost weight. Sure enough, down a couple centimeters from the last check. He has a good eye.
My cold is worse. I fear it is going to morph into bronchitis, to which I am prone in Rome.