Oh Italy… You have really stolen my heart. Your food. Your sun rising on the Amalfi Coast. Your Aperol Spritz. Your food. Your smiles on everyone’s face. Your churches. Your food.
Wait, the churches are what I was planning on talking about today… I’ll keep food for another post. Even though, as you can witness, it’s highly on my mind.
Our Italian adventure started in Palermo and moved from there to Amalfi, Procida and Naples to finally end in Rome. And the one thing that we could always count on, wherever we went, was to find a church to visit. There were big ones, and small ones, mosaïque ones and painted ones (even a 3D-ceiling one in Rome), plain ones and heavily-ornated ones… But, everywhere, there was at least one. What am I saying… three… or seven.
When we arrived in Procida, a little island off the coast of Naples, I put my nose in the map to look for our way to the Bed&Breakfast… and I read: less than 4.1 km2, less than 11,000 people living on the island. I thought to myself “that’s about the amount of people we have in the town where I grew-up”. Over there, we have ONE church. In Procida, I counted seven… and we stayed in only one corner of the island. What the hell, people!?!? (forgive my unholiness here).
Churches are a very interesting subject to photograph. As you know, I have documented our trip on my Instagram account, and, of course, churches were some of my favorite subjects (with food, you have guessed). Some of them are so heavily ornate that it becomes really difficult to find an interesting angle to shoot them. I have a thing for lines, and I found that church aisles are a wonderful source of inspiration, especially with that very soft light coming from the stained-glass windows.
Finally, although I didn’t go back to the Vatican, I wanted to give a special hat tip to the Roman churches. There are so many of them that I don’t even know which ones I have seen and which ones I have not anymore. We even found a specific church for French people. One wonders if there have ones for each country… But I couldn’t conclude this post without sharing the ceiling that made my jaw drop. I, who wasn’t that impressed by the Sixtine Chapel, was speechless in the Church of Sant’Ignazio di Loyola. If you ever find yourself in Rome, this is a gem not to be missed.
Do you enjoy visiting churches? Tell me about your favorite ones in the comments!