Braving a cab we took the easy route to the Vatican City State. I never realised how controlled we are …or how much we receive enforced rules of safety until I hit Italy. I love that the traffic works on the. ‘I was here first ‘ rule though I do still gasp a little as if on an amusement ride with each twist , turn and hair width between one car ( bike , huge truck lol) and the next. We are now accustomed to taking a big breath and heading across a road ( on a ‘crossing’ as such , for which cars don’t really stop ) and even just where we want to cross, though I think our faces still hold the fear grimace . This is all part of the fun of experiencing places other than home.
My hint to visit the Vatican Museum is to buy an online ticket. The day was hot the line was about 3 people across and extended probably close to half a kilometre, halfway to St Peter’s square ( and that was about 9:30 am !) However, we just entered , took probably 5 minutes to convert our online tickets to entry tickets , passed through security, then begin our day. We didn’t opt for a guided tour because a Brian tends to be photo taking crazy. I did hear lots of guides talking though.
Rules of the entry to the museum state :-
Access to Vatican Museums, Sistine Chapel, Vatican Gardens and Saint Peter’s Basilica is permitted only to visitors dressed appropriately (no sleeveless blouses, no miniskirts, no shorts, no hats allowed).
My experience tells me with the exception of the hat rule in the Basilica I think unless you were wearing a bikini you’d have no problems – hey even a bikini might be allowed just didn’t see anyone try it. Out of respect we wore appropriate clothing and Ally commented she saw other girls also wearing the embarrassed face associated with badly put together outfits to meet the requirement-as she was wearing ( lol) . However, I saw halter tops, shoe string straps, short shirts. Ironically in the basilica itself we saw a mum with short shorts and tank top on and her little boy of about 5 had a cap on ( he had the rest of the outfit right) . The guard walked to them ….and asked the mother to remove the boy’s hat **shrugging my shoulders** 🙂
Vatican museum photos
We spent about 3 hours in the Vatican Museum. You walk through to the Sistine Chapel meandering through many rooms and floors. It was maze like and I’m not sure I’d be able to have worked my way out had it been plunged into darkness. We saw many statues and heard a guide tell her group were you to admire each for one minute you would need approx 8 months to see through the museum. Brian enjoyed testing this out 🙂
We decided to ditch Brian after the first hour and made our way at our own speed, dodging the large tour groups that stop mid walk, using the traffic technique we had learnt from the Rome roads . This proved very efficient. The Sistene Chapel can’t be told in words. It’s one of those things you just look in awe at, imagining the walls being brought to life as the paint was brushed on. Unfortunately the silence of the moment was broken by a loud recorded message telling visitors to be silent ( irony much). We then enjoyed a deserved cold drink in the cafe awaiting Brian.
After viewing the carriage display it was a long hot walk to St Peter’s square where we stood in the sun for about 20 minutes to enter. The security was like an airport screener and despite a buzzer or two we were still permitted entry . We wandered up yet another staircase ( argghhh) and entered amongst a sea of light flashes as camera after camera recorded the visions in front of us. Again we opted to ditch Brian choosing rather than to view through a camera lens to just the view from our eyes to enjoy this marvel. Luckily though Brian did take millions of photos so we can look back on them haha. Words cannot do justice to the Basilica. It is an awe-inspiring work and I am really pleased I have had the chance to see it for myself. A part of me views it as so full of richness though while beggars are homeless and without food on the surrounding streets. But, I must read more on the history and the sharing or custodial holding of this wealth, before I pass any kind of judgement .
We ate a hearty dinner after all the walking and not having stopped for lunch .