The sun rose upon Rome at 06:23 and it will sink beyond sight at 19:56.
The Ave Maria should ring at 20:15.
On the way to church this afternoon I heard in V. Monserrato a couple of very nervous bells. I think it was coming from the Spanish church. I’ll have to park myself over there some time and try to catch it. It was an odd pattern, too.
That would be an interesting website, no? Bells of Rome. Tintinnabula tinniant. Recordings of the bells of different churches and chapels. It might take a small army of people to collect the recordings at different times of the day and different reasons. For example, for funerals, bells toll and for the Angelus or Regina Caeli, they have different patterns.
Yesterday’s elegant repast …
A couple more shots of the rooms of St. Benedict Joseph Labre
White to move and mate in 4.
NB: I’ll hold comments with solutions ’till the next day so there won’t be “spoilers” for others.
Just for nice.
And GO TO CONFESSION!
Father, regarding the bells, you need someone to make a Roman version of “Oranges and Lemons” (say the bells of St. Clements), the famous 1744 British folk song about the church bells of London ?. The bells of St. Clement Danes in London actually play the folk tune four times a day. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oranges_and_Lemons
Actually, you might do an excellent job yourself of making Roman words to be sung to that folk tune!
1. N-h6+ . . . K×g7
2. Q×f7+
If . . . . . . . . K-h8
3. Q-f6#
So . . . . . . . . K×h6
3. Q-f6+ . . . K-h5
4. Q-g5#
All the while avoiding Black’s Q×g2#
Nothing wrong with Sardines in tomato sauce. Breakfast of champions. Goes really well with crusty bread and olives.
Thank you for the shots of the rooms of St. Benedict Joseph…obviously amongst my favorites. Thirty years ago in Rome I was wandering around hitting the churches I came across. Santa Maria ai Monte came across my path so I went in for a visit. On the left side of the church I knelt down for a prayer, glanced to the left and there was an altar under which was a sculpture of a reclining man, beautifully executed, who seemed rather dressed like a Davey Crockett sans the hat. He had a crucifix in his hand, and a rosary as well. It was rather a surprise, as if a new friend popped up behind me.