San Pietro in Vincoli et al

Things are settling pretty rapidly into some sort of routine.

We didn't sleep in too late.  We had gotten a cantaloupe at the fruitarria across the street and had that for breakfast. Unconsciously we made ourselves some coffee (also from across the street) in the little Melita-style coffee maker in the apartment.  It was only later that we realized that this was American style coffee, otherwise totally unobtainable in Italy.  I remember the hostess saying something about the difficulty in getting filters but I hadn't put two and two together.  The point being, our hostess has gone to some lengths to make Americans comfortable.  Thank you, grazie mille, Paola.

Yes, I'm on this vacation too.

After this we thought we'd try a bit of "normalcy".  We went to a cafe on the piazza and had more cafes then Nancy set up for beading which occupied her for an hour or two.  I had some things I wanted to do on the computer so I went back to the apartment.  After I finished up I headed back towards the cafe only to meet Nancy headed back to the apartment; we both had gotten done at the same time.  (Twin souls and all that.)

So, how to spend the rest of the now dwindling morning?

San Pietro in Vincoli

As it was basically 4 blocks (and about 1000 steps) away we went over to the church of San Pietro in Vincoli, Saint Peter in Chains.  I suppose that everyone knows that Jesus' disciple Peter went to Rome, was imprisoned, and executed there.  You may not know however that the actual chains which held St. Peter in prison were preserved and are held as a holy relic at this site.

The obscure object of desire

More pix from the church including the second billing, Michelangelo Buonarroti's Moses.

So nice, to quote Lawrence Welk.

The church roughly bounds a park which I remembered from days of yore as being a green refuge in this part of the city.  Sadly, as I had heard, budgetary problems have led to lack of maintenance; a nice view though.

It had really started to heat up, 90s, so we headed back to the apartment, just around the bend as it were.  Unfortunately while I bent correctly I ended up on a dead end about forty feet above our road.  Oh well, a little backtrack and we were shortly "home".  Other than popping out to the fruiteria and then for a snack we laid low until a little after 6pm when we went to a meeting at another church.  Rush rush rush to get there and the gate was locked with a small crowd waiting.  Ultimately we had a good meeting and Nancy was invited to either tell her story or introduce a topic at next Sunday's meeting. "Be prepared for either" I suggested.

Stopped at a nearby cafe for a late, 9pm, dinner.  (Late for us, shank of the evening for Italians.)  After which I went for a gelato; pix to follow.

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Update from "tomorrow", 9/1; more pictures.

Paul, at his best

Nancy's photo of the nighttime action