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Nov. 1st, 2011
Dear Livejournal,
Nov. 1st, 2011 08:25 pmI am in shock. I saw the Pope today. But I am not in shock because of that! I am in shock because, because halfway through the day, while we were just chilling out in Vatican City, it struck us that there seemed to be a lot more people than there were, oh, twenty minutes ago. In fact, the entire piazza was packed! And suddenly all of the TV screens came alive, and a booming voice began speaking to us, and we leapt to our feet and rushed to the centre to better see the tiny white stand where the Pope was to speak --
and found nothing.
BECAUSE THE POPE WAS SPEAKING OUT OF A WINDOW. Above the HUGE piazza, above all of the amazing sculptures (reminiscent of gargoyles) which are already hundreds of feet off the ground, the Pope was speaking out of a window! And the window was marked by a little red Pope flag, like so:
Except from where we were standing, it was more like so.
I think the Pope flag was what really got me. At the end of his speech, which was given in five (or six?) different languages, everybody clapped fervently and he disappeared from the window. Soon after which the flag was drawn back in and the window closed. The bells began chiming noon, and I was really strongly reminded of a Gothic clock tower (think cuckoo clock) I had once seen in the Czech Republic. I'm so touched I could cry.
and found nothing.
BECAUSE THE POPE WAS SPEAKING OUT OF A WINDOW. Above the HUGE piazza, above all of the amazing sculptures (reminiscent of gargoyles) which are already hundreds of feet off the ground, the Pope was speaking out of a window! And the window was marked by a little red Pope flag, like so:
Except from where we were standing, it was more like so.
I think the Pope flag was what really got me. At the end of his speech, which was given in five (or six?) different languages, everybody clapped fervently and he disappeared from the window. Soon after which the flag was drawn back in and the window closed. The bells began chiming noon, and I was really strongly reminded of a Gothic clock tower (think cuckoo clock) I had once seen in the Czech Republic. I'm so touched I could cry.