We met Quinn with our friends the Giovaniellos who were preparing to return to Virginia after 20 months at the embassy -- it was a bittersweet day since their departure was imminent.
We walked through much of central Rome, eating gelato, people watching, seeing a few churches, and making a stop in Piazza Navona -- mostly killing time until the "Bone Church" reopened. Both my kids wanted to see the Cappuchin monks' meditation on mortality -- which paradoxically is called the Church of the Immaculate Conception.
It is seven ghastly rooms festooned with human bones -- trust me, it gets redundant. It has become quite popular on the German Christian youth group circuit . . . long lines of them both morning and afternoon in matching hats, scarves, or t-shirts (one group singing what sounded like "My knapsack on my back" -- seriously!). When I first visited in my early twenties, there was only me, my trusty travel companion, and a cantankerous monk in cassock glaring at us. But I have to admit these monks were quite creative with spinal columns. No photography is allowed, so you'll have to trust me on that . . . or wait, I found a Bone Church posting by someone who ignored all the signs.
Then we had a little time in Villa Borghese park where the kids enjoyed a little amusement ride.
A posed shot with bougainvillea in the park.
(Quinn's has an almost-teen's reluctance to pose for photos)
Lily, on the other hand, loves to strike a pose!
Tomorrow, okay, soon, some posts on the 7 pillows, Anna Sui top, and shoulder bag (oh yeah, I did sew something for myself), and my limoncello recipe and our grilled pizza adventures.