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il_valentino Jun. 13th, 2008 03:41 pm)
il_valentino Jun. 13th, 2008 03:41 pm)He blames the scribe, thanks to whose most curious whims and fancies he spent half an hour waiting outside Scala Sancta and had ample time to, oh, pick his teeth, rub his neck, lean back and watch the babes (so scantily dressed, those tourists)... He watched traffic pass by and tried not to glance around the corner or, later, listen to the scribe's whine that her knees might be shot forever. Scusa, he's told her. It'll hurt, he said. You won't believe how much knees can hurt, which she brushed off with a handwave and filed past to laboriously make her way up.
His Excellency does not pretend to have an idea whom or what she prayed to while creeping up the stairs, caught in the sweating and wincing throng (look, you don't just stand up in the middle and say, dude, I've had it, where's the elevator, let me out; you're in it for the life of your knees), but he did catch a few glances of a supremely pained face. Exquisite pain, really. And there were tears, too, he thinks, although when pressed the scribe couldn't say why.
Yes, that was that.![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
liriaen shuffling up the Scala Sancta.
Then she limped to the scenes of horrific torture and mutilation in San Stefano Rotondo, walking very funny, he thought. Later, His Excellency was a bit peeved there was no mention of him in the IL '400 A ROMA exhibit, but... there was notable mention of His Holiness his father:
"Despite the very negative literature that describes him and his unquestionable political responsibilites, the Spanish Rodrigo Borgia was an enlightened guide, who promoted art and the humanist aspect of the papacy. Indeed, he surrounded himself with artists and men of letters, and commissioned to Pintoricchio and to his workshop the famous frescoes decorating the papal apartment in some of the rooms that had belonged to Nicholas V."
As to the experts' notion that underneath Raffael's daubings in what used to be Cesare's suites lie veritable Piero della Francesca frescoes... he keeps oddly silent. He suggest the scribe and he go to Santa Maria in Aracoeli now and see some more of Pintoricchio's work.
(Oh, and last night the scribe dragged him to a Literature Festival held inside the ruins of the Basilica di Massenzio, and he'll hate her forever for the boredom that Stefan Merrill Block put him through. Hate her.)
His Excellency does not pretend to have an idea whom or what she prayed to while creeping up the stairs, caught in the sweating and wincing throng (look, you don't just stand up in the middle and say, dude, I've had it, where's the elevator, let me out; you're in it for the life of your knees), but he did catch a few glances of a supremely pained face. Exquisite pain, really. And there were tears, too, he thinks, although when pressed the scribe couldn't say why.
Yes, that was that.
liriaen shuffling up the Scala Sancta.Then she limped to the scenes of horrific torture and mutilation in San Stefano Rotondo, walking very funny, he thought. Later, His Excellency was a bit peeved there was no mention of him in the IL '400 A ROMA exhibit, but... there was notable mention of His Holiness his father:
"Despite the very negative literature that describes him and his unquestionable political responsibilites, the Spanish Rodrigo Borgia was an enlightened guide, who promoted art and the humanist aspect of the papacy. Indeed, he surrounded himself with artists and men of letters, and commissioned to Pintoricchio and to his workshop the famous frescoes decorating the papal apartment in some of the rooms that had belonged to Nicholas V."
As to the experts' notion that underneath Raffael's daubings in what used to be Cesare's suites lie veritable Piero della Francesca frescoes... he keeps oddly silent. He suggest the scribe and he go to Santa Maria in Aracoeli now and see some more of Pintoricchio's work.
(Oh, and last night the scribe dragged him to a Literature Festival held inside the ruins of the Basilica di Massenzio, and he'll hate her forever for the boredom that Stefan Merrill Block put him through. Hate her.)