The battle star of the empire

Even though I am very busy telling everybody that it’s very stressing to move to Rome, I sometimes do the tourist and go and look at some old building. The other day I actually came in time for my bus, and arrived almost half an hour too early for work (My key to the office only works after nine in the mornings(forced to sleep late:-)). So I decided to go and say hello to good ol' saint Pietro (Peter). Usually around 8.30, when all good tourists are to busy to rush to the queue of Vatican museum, to realise that you can walk straight into the Peters church, you can walk right in. The funny thing is that later on there will be a huge queue in front of the church too.

Even though I despise the richness of the Catholic Church, it is hard not to be impressed with the size and grandeur of the Peter’s church (which is located at 41°54′08″N, 12°27′12″E). I think that if you took it apart you could build the entire village, where I grew up, from the material, even a deluxe edition. Actually I also think that the inside of the church is big enough to cover the village - whether this says most about the size of the church or my upbringing, I will leave for the reader to decide. In any case its a place I would recommend to everybody to see, god fearing or not. Because the splendour of this grand building from 1625 is hard to gasp.

Its almost too impressive, its too showoff, because it seems that the church is just this very big hall, where only a small area is actually used for the practice of serving the god, the rest seems just for show… And it works, if there is a thing as to feel vertigo when looking up, it should occur when you look up into the Dome of the church (42.3 meters) - again the question is if its the actual height or the strobe light effect from the Japanese cameras (blink blink), which seems to try, in turn, to persist every centimetre of the building. The number of statues in that single church is probably the same amount as in all the major cities of Jutland (part of Denmark), and the grand paintings is, well… grand.

Well that's it, after kissing the foot of Peter, I went to work. While wondering if it was the present of god which made the reception of my cellular phone so bad or it was merely the columns which enclose the piazza.