Well, the whole heavenly feeling was mostly before I entered. Little did I know that the path to the Sistine Chapel was a circuitous, two-hour forced march through every gallery of the museum — which might have been fine if not for my transatlantic arrival just a few hours earlier. But, having missed the Sistine Chapel through a series of miscommunications during a visit to Rome nearly 20 years before, I committed to it fully this time. I finally emerged from the Sistine Chapel, so exhausted that I sat down on a bench in the Vatican Gardens and napped. To my great shock, my favorite part of the Vatican Museum was the collection of sacred modern art that just preceded the famous Chapel.
These are my adorable classes visiting the Basilica of St. Lawrence in Asheville, NC.