So, I thought I'd just duck into St. Peter's after work last night. It was packed because the Pope was about to celebrate Vespers, which I really should have considered beforehand, but hadn't. I just waited ten minutes, watched His Holiness process by ten feet away, and then went home.
One of the fun things about living in Rome is running into the Pope by accident.
Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Yeah, that happens around here
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