(Angel 1)
The bridge across the Tiber to the Castel Sant’Angelo is perhaps the most wonderful I’ve ever crossed, though not because of the architectural characteristics of the bridge itself; rather, the thrill lies in the ten angels lining the way, carved by none other than Bernini (and his assistants).
(Angel 2)
(Angel 3) Their poses and expressions are nothing if not dramatic, and are particularly effecting against a clear blue sky; you can’t help feeling spiritually elevated at the scene, despite the hordes of black-market stalls at the base of each.
(Angel 4) 
(Sunset Angel)
On the north side of the Tiber stands the Castel Sant’Angelo, a castle designed for strategic defensive reasons, where popes lived and enemies were imprisoned and tortured. It is an imposing structure, a fortress really, named after an apparent sighting of St Michael – I’ve been wondering ever since: why is it that no-one seems to see visions of angels any more? I left the visit for another time.
(View of Ponte Sant'Angelo, St. Peter's)
(Walk to Ponte Sant'Angelo)
(Me, Ponte Sant'Angelo, St. Peter's)
3 comments:
great post dude. I like those light-filled pictures (you seem to be spending much of the time shooting - and looking - up). Nice peak at the papal too! God what I would give for a roman espresso. Have one for me.
Amazing sights ... very jealous.
Beautiful pictures Jaya - love the angels. My theory why no one sees angels anymore is the wrong question - why don't people attribute "awe/mystery/wonder' in terms of angels anymore, rather than in mundane terms such as UFO's, plays of light, or even substance-induced hallucinations? My answer - we have let our world become disenchanted. Are we stuck 1/2 way in the necessary arc from demythologising to remythologising? Among the front-line battlers in completing this vital arc are POETS!
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