Ouch

Up early, trek across the town to St. Peters.  Got in early, no queue for the dome so went straight up and then enjoyed a coffee at the little cafe on the roof, overlooking the statues and domes and rooftops.  

I had forgotten just how enormous St. Peters is.  I'm not very knowledgeable about art, especially religious art so I often have absolutely no idea what I'm actually looking at - lots of paintings and sculptures seem to be of people theatrically dying, surrounded by babies and semi-naked people.  But every so often there's something a bit different, like this relief on the door.  Doesn't look like a fun time.

Think we might have managed some gelato today.