I must highlight a disturbing trend in tourist reportage. The cell phone has quickly become the number one device for preserving vacation memories. The use of a real camera ranks a disturbing second. For example, the man below is viewing Michelangelo's Pieta. By his balding head and grey hair we can discern that he is of a generation that should be more than passingly familiar with the film camera. But... But... he has decided it is a far better plan to use his cellphone in a church to photograph a masterpiece. This does not bode well for the future.
Below are the disturbing and distorted feet of St. Peter. Over the years visitors to the Basilica have rubbed the toes into surreal lumps. For luck? For blessings? Maybe just to see what metal rubbed by millions of grubby hands feels like.
Stefano received his own very special blessing in the piazza. We had walked past an old man who was blowing raspberries randomly as people passed. He was quite skilled, making the sound without using his hands and maintaining a completely serious and non-commital face. As we headed out of the piazza this man chose to stealthily approach Stefano from behind and give him a sharp clap on the shoulder. At the same perfect moment he blew one of his signature raspberries and was on his way.
Tonight we dined with friends and this is my ravioli. Ricotta and spinach with sage and butter. It was absolutely amazing and if all of our meals taste this good there are going to be some serious waistline problems in the future. Although you will note that the portion is a delicate one, and with food this savory it's quite enough. (But I wouldn't have refused a few more should they have found their way onto my plate.)
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