...day 1...today I leave for Rome and yesterday the Iraq war started…
…day 2…figured out how to take the bus to the Cappucin Museum. No, we didn’t stare at a bunch of coffee; rather we looked at piles of skulls. Yes, it was apparently OK to bury priests and monks inside churches, and so there lie inside the museum the bones of 4000 friars, ornately and tediously placed among 6 rooms (altars). 1 room had like the entire wall full of skulls, the chandeliers made of arm bones and vertebrae. There were some princes and princesses buried there as well. One of the popes had ordained it ‘plenary indulgence’ or some term I can’t quite remember and you automatically become holy yourself if you visit on the first day of October….
…day 2…figured out how to take the bus to the Cappucin Museum. No, we didn’t stare at a bunch of coffee; rather we looked at piles of skulls. Yes, it was apparently OK to bury priests and monks inside churches, and so there lie inside the museum the bones of 4000 friars, ornately and tediously placed among 6 rooms (altars). 1 room had like the entire wall full of skulls, the chandeliers made of arm bones and vertebrae. There were some princes and princesses buried there as well. One of the popes had ordained it ‘plenary indulgence’ or some term I can’t quite remember and you automatically become holy yourself if you visit on the first day of October….
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