Bologna, Day 2. The Shower v Mrsguy

After all that sleep I went down to breakfast and grabbed a few things before taking a shower and heading out. I ate mortadella every day. Probably cheap, stepped-on mortadella (fewer pockets of fat), and I'm down with that.

The plumbing confounded me. First, I turned on the water and the hand-held, pointed straight at me apparently, shot cold water at my mid-section. Aiieeeee!!! Then I pointed it away from me and gently turned the heavy handle to the left, which I assumed was temperature - aieeeeeee! The handle plummeted to the shower pan and I moved my toe away just in time. I stuck it back in place and tried again, still confused but boasting to myself about my superior reflexes.

The taxi driver left me at the city wall and a sign drew me down the street. 

Before I could do more than take a photo I saw some people head up some stairs and followed into a church hallway embedded with tombstones or monuments. And a photograph or painting (I couldn't tell) of bones. This was my kind of place. I spent a good long time in San Giovanni in Monte, checking out all of the areas. It's Easter season, so you can kneel in front of these olive branches:

But the thing that struck me the most was this:

Something precious in a glass case on an impressive gilt riser. I looked up the name on the sign and learned about St. Elena Duglioli. And after I took the photo I realized that the pointy black object was her foot. Wow. She died in 1520 and was beatified 300 years later for her cult, or because she encouraged others to follow the cult of St. Cecilia. She was in possession of one of St. Cecilia's knucklebones. And she commissioned this chapel and commissioned Raphael's painting of St. Cecilia. I think I could have been there all day. Also I did enter the chapel and gaze upon her countenance for a moment. Made me wonder how she was preserved. And what happened to St. Cecilia's knucklebone.

I selected 26 photos for Day 2, so I should break it into chunks. Stopping here.