We are getting quite used to sleeping in proper beds in proper bedrooms.
After breakfast and walking Meg we went to the railway station, met a Sister Gloria from Singapore, on pilgrimage to the Vatican and waited for our train. We were off to the colosseum to see on the inside what we had viewed from the outside yesterday. We were not as impressed as perhaps we should have been. And we were never sure where original began and where restored ended. Restoration or repair we were unsure, and it was difficult to imagine how it might have looked or felt in use. Still, I’m pleased we went. I’d have regretted it if we hadn’t gone.