alone in the Sistine
In the fall of 1993, my husband and I took a very special, very memorable trip to Italy. Seeing so much of the art, architecture and archeology that I’d studied in art school was literally mind-blowing for me. We spent the largest amount of time in Florence but did have two or three days in Rome before flying home. We spent a day in the Vatican Museums, taking far too long through the numerous gorgeous rooms of amazing collections so that we arrived in the Sistine Chapel just before closing time mid-afternoon (always so early in Italy). It was wall-to-wall with people, all of us craning our necks upwards. I think it was partly restored at the time, I really should dig out my travel diary and see if I wrote anything about that. It was magical yet disappointing that we could not see more and without the crowds.