We ate, drank, visited colossal monuments, and delved into the wonders of St Peter's Basilica in the Vatican City.
But first, I must include the following photo. This was on the train from the airport to the city... what a cutie!
I was so happy none of us is gluten-intolerant, as we focussed on pizza and pasta in a big way! And it tastes so much better in Italy...
St Peter's was so majestic and fantastic. Oh, the splendour of the place! We were lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time: we managed to get inside a mass being held... and, as we were some of the first to enter, found seats in the plushy third row! Since neither of us is Catholic it wasn't too worrisome that we didn't understand a word of what was being said; I was loving the ambience of the place.
Margaux, however, was not a contented little Poppette. It was getting on for feeding time, which was hardly appropriate in the Basilica! After much fussing on her part and trying to keep it discreet on mine, we left the mass early and found the feeding area in the ladies' toilets.
It was just sooo cute though, to see her adored by everyone - other tourists, the guards and staff in the Basilica, even the roaming priests would stop and coo at her!
(The bottom left photo is actually a carving by Michelangelo in a little church.)
We were eventually joined by Thomas, who also left the mass early, having fallen asleep!
It was a wonderful start to an unforgettable weekend escape...
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