Piazza della Signoria.
Time for Gelato.
Ponte Vecchio (the old bridge) is medieval and still has shops on it. Lincoln also has a medieval bridge with shops on it, but it doesn’t draw the crowds to quite the same extent.
In the bustle of the crowds on Ponte Vecchio, amongst all of the jewellery shops, we bumped into some people we know from Carnforth. Of course.
TBH had booked an open-topped bus tour, which was not only a good way to get a look around the city, but also took us up the adjacent hillside to the Piazzale Michelangelo.
From there the views – of the city and its landmarks, of the River Arno and of the surrounding Tuscan hills – were superb.
Michelangelo was raised (but not born) in Florence. The square contains marble copies of some of his sculptures, most obviously of David.
If you’re on a flying visit to Florence then the view from here is a great place to start.
After Civitavecchia and Roma: Livorno and Firenze. Or Florence, if you’re the kind of ignoramus who can sit on a coach and wonder why all the road signs refer to the former and not the latter, as I did. It was another day of clear skies and sunshine. Possibly even hotter than the previous day, although the mostly shady streets of Florence were pleasantly cool.
From the coach we’d seen the Alps, with white topped peaks which I would have assumed were snow-capped if we hadn’t been told that in fact what we could see was Italian marble in the mountains.
No sooner had we arrived in the centre of Florence than we were met by mounted policewomen, a marching band…
Costumed burghers of the city…
…and a banner waving parade.
Nice of the locals to make an effort!
The Arch of Constantine.
After the Colosseum we still had much to see in Rome. Far too much in fact for a single day. As much as I liked the area around Naples and (spoiler alert) Florence, I think the one place I’d really like to return to is Rome. I was impressed.
There seemed to be Roman remains, including what looked like recent or current excavations almost everywhere.
Not everything is so old however. This towering wedding cake…
…the Altare della Patria (Altar of the fatherland) was only finished in 1925. It’s a monument to Victor Emmanuel II the first king of a unified Italy. Is it me, or does it smack of the fascism which was to come? (Easy to read that in to it with hindsight I suppose.)
Not surprisingly, the city was busy with tourists, but one spot was particularly thronged…
The Trevi Fountain…
…which has recently been cleaned up and is even more shining white than the Altare della Patria.
Rome of course, is not a port. TBH had booked a bus transfer from Civitavecchia where the ship was docked and we had been dropped near to the Colosseum. We were scheduled to meet the tour guide again in St. Peter’s Square, but realised that our projected wander through Rome was going to take too long, so took a taxi directly to the Vatican Museum.
Fortunately, TBH had also booked tickets in advance for the museum which meant that we avoided a very long queue and were able to enter swiftly. Advance booking at the Colosseum was not so effective, but at least meant that we only had to queue once, for the security checks, and not for tickets as well.
The tour guide had warned us that we would have to hurry around the Vatican museum if we wanted to reach the Sistine Chapel, see the Basilica of St. Peter’s and make it to the rendezvous. The museum was very busy. I shall remember it for its long corridors lavishly decorated with paintings, tapestries, mosaics and sculptures.
I got the distinct impression that you could spend a lifetime here without seeing all that it contains.
I was particularly taken with this corridor, The Gallery of Maps, where the walls were painted with huge maps of Italy. If anything, I’m even more impressed now that I know that these frescoes were painted between 1580 and 1583.
It’s not permitted to take photos in the Sistine Chapel (although, of course, people were). I’d heard that the chapel is much smaller than you would expect, so of course, was then surprised that it wasn’t smaller than it actually was. I didn’t know quite what to make of it. I think I preferred the Gallery of Maps.
“When you leave the Sistine Chapel there are two exits. To the right takes you back to the entrance of the museum, which means a long walk back to St. Peter’s Square and then a queue for another security check before you can enter the Basilica. You don’t have time for that. The exit to the right has a sign which says ‘Groups Only’. It doesn’t mean that. Everybody ignores it. You must take this door and it will take you straight into the Basilica.”
Being English, practically addicted to queueing and temperamentally programmed to obey all notices, by-laws, officials, signage etc. I found it difficult to brazenly walk past the ‘Groups Only’ sign. But we did, and this turned out to be a sterling piece of advice.
St. Peter’s is huge. I tried taking panoramic shots to try to do it justice, but in the resulting photos the pillars all seem to be leaning dizzily at crazy angles.
Here’s A outside St. Peter’s. Another point to bear in mind: in many Catholic churches bare knees and shoulders are frowned upon. TBH and A often carried a sarong or two to wear over their shorts – A is modelling one here – otherwise they wouldn’t have got in.
Such was the speed with which we had raced around the Vatican Museum, we now found that we still had a little time to spare. Enough to wander down to the Castel Sant’Angelo…
…by the Tiber.
Ponte Vittorio Emanuele II
Then back to St. Peter’s Square with a gelato to round off our whistle-stop tour.
Apparently, October is the best time to visit Rome. I shan’t be there this October, but maybe one day soon…
How would you expect to find the Colosseum in the middle of summer? Thronged with tourists, but awesome none-the-less?
That was my impression anyway. I’ve read that it seated around 50,000 and it is certainly huge.
The wooden platform on the right shows the level of the ancient arena. The rooms below were holding-pens for animals and rooms for the use of gladiators.
The skull of (if I remember correctly) a bear, presumably slaughtered in the arena.
Obviously, the Colosseum has a grisly history, but the sheer scale of what remains is breath-taking.
From Vesuvius the obvious next stop would be Pompeii and that’s where we headed next. Our stop was all too brief, and the main thing I took away was that I’d really like to visit again and do it properly.
We didn’t really scratch the surface, but even so I took a huge number of photos.
Mary Beard recommends 10 ‘must visit’ locations within the city, but we only made it to a couple of those. These photos are from one, ‘The House of the Marine Venus’, now known for the fresco shown below.
It was clear that some buildings are currently under reconstruction, and I know that many have been rebuilt in the past, not least after Allied bombing during the Second World War. Some paintings too, have been, in Beard’s words – ‘aggressively restored’ – it would be interesting to know to what extent the paintings we admired actually dated back to before the eruption of AD79.
Some of Pompeii’s famous stepping-stones. Apparently the streets were often flooded and probably always filled with litter and worse. The stones may also have served to partially restrict access by horse drawn carts to certain important streets.
Beard suggests that the presence of numerous disembodied faces and hands may be because they belonged to statues which were principally wooden and which did not survive the heat of the volcanic explosion.
Although I was disappointed by our short stay at Pompeii, the feeling was tempered by the knowledge that I would spend the afternoon in Naples’ National Archeological Museum which holds many of the paintings, mosaics and best finds from Pompeii and Herculaneum. I would that is, were it open on Tuesdays. Ho-hum.
A statue found by the (locked) doors of the Naples Archeological Museum.