Visited Monte Cassino on Saturday, the feast of St. Benedict of Nursia in the
Quite a view from the top.
The monks continue to keep the feast on March 21st and a large number of other people know when the feast is too,
judging from the standing-room-only crowd at the Mass.
Lots of obviously very important people, surrounded by v. important policemen, in attendance.
When you go in the door marked "Pax", you then climb this stair that is lined with stone remnants of the old monastery and its ancient forbears.
Bits of carved stone picked out of the rubble.
I had a brief visit to the gift shop and looked at a book on the WWII bombardment.
The photos of the devastation were shocking.
It seems simply astonishing that the monastery could have been so completely and splendidly restored.
This is the inner courtyard. I think the carving on top of the well is the original. At least it looks battered enough to be.
The little courtyard and cloister preceding the museum.
St. Benedict's doves.
Close enough to speak directly to God.
Italy has the best dressed policemen.
After the Mass, they kicked everyone out and we went to have some lunch.
There is a charming Italian restaurant in villa about half way down the mountain.
The inevitable Pics-of-Sonnen-taking-pics...
Gregory, Chris and Claire.
Farewell. (And please don't get bombed ever again!)