Palm Sunday from our window...

Special post for Mariolina and Romano here. They know how the city streets fill with singing and spicy incense this week as clusters of pilgrims and worshippers gather for Easter Week. This processional of African Catholic pilgrims singing loudly, holding candles, snaked through the cobblestone street under our window Palm Sunday morning. People fill the churches all day long; each candle is lit so I have to wait for some to extinguish to light those for special intentions. We sat for hours yesterday in Sant'Andrea della Valle's where Puccini’s “Tosca” took place under the soaring gold ceilings. One does not have enough sets of eyes to see it all. One envies the Salvatores that they grew up surrounded by such riches.