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31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 28 - Our Last Day in Rome



Our first stop of the day was Circus Maximus, the chariot racing stadium.





Next we saw the Bocca della Verita. We were so surprised that this was in the portico of a church, not by itself like it seems in the movies. Neither one of us stuck our hands in the mouth.


It is a bit odd to visit churches on a Sunday, especially when a service is being held, so we tried to be very respectful when we went inside the Basilica di San Giovanni in Laterano.








The oculus was the star of the show at today's visit to the Pantheon. It was magical to see the sun rays coming down from the ceiling.







We had to wait for the Church of the Gesu to reopen for the afternoon, but like every church in Rome, it was worth it.





Before heading to our hotel to pack, we made one more visit to the Pantheon.




I can't believe we fly home tomorrow. What a wonderful trip this has been!

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