We covered more ground today than either of us were expecting--or prepared for. Especially considering that the Vatican Museum gift store is itself nearly a mile long. I mean, Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket, the VM makes the Guggenheim look like a local, community art collection. But fear not: 100% of your purchase goes to protect the clergy from scheming, lascivious, predatory nine-year-olds.
Fortunately I prepared myself with a mid-morning gelato, and a double afternoon gelato outside the Pantheon (pictured). Karen got a coffee to go along. A large one. Now, this is not like Starbucci's: you get your cup, you drink it standing, and you get out. Of course, you won't blink again for the rest of the day, so I took a lovely nap while Karen trolled San Lorenzo like the waking dead.
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