31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 27 - St. Peter's and the Colosseum

We took a bus to Vatican City and lined up to get into St. Peter's, only to find out that there was a special event there and it was going to be closed to the public until 2pm. So we go to plan B and walk over to the Vatican Museum to see the Sistine Chapel. Amazed that the lines were so short, we finally make our way to the front and see the sign that tells us that we are there on the only day of the month that the museum is closed. Plan C, go to the Colosseum.

What an amazing place! It is so unbelievable that it is still standing after all these years. We spent some time walking around it. the Roman Forum, and the Palatine. Everywhere in Rome there are ruins like this, on city streets along with modern buildings. I love that kind of respect for history.

Another thing that has struck me about this city is how people honor God by erecting such beautiful churches. And St. Peter's has to be one of the most stunning examples of this devotion.

These photos don't do the majesty of the place justice. It was breathtaking.

We went back to Trevi Fountain to throw some coins in. Near there is a church that has a fake dome, we didn't notice it during our first visit but read about it in one of our tour books. The ceiling is painted to make it look like a dome.

Tonight we went back to the Colosseum to see what it look like at night. It did not disappoint.

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