True story. I went to Rome. Strolled into Vatican City and bumped into the Pope. It makes a great dinner table conversation. It happened like this:
Me and the boy decided to take a holiday the weekend before Christmas to celebrate our respective birthdays. A shared love for Italian food and Roman ruins decided the destination and when we found a great offer on Easyjet Holidays for flights and 3 nights at a 4 star hotel for £200 it was a done deal.
Our room had a terrace on 2 sides which overlooked the Vatican and that iconic Rome dome – St Peter’s Basilica. Despite being late December it was temperate enough to sit outside on the terrace and enjoy a glass of red wine. At dusk we decided to take a stroll into the Vatican to get our first taste of the epic architectural sights that were to come over the weekend. There was hardly anyone around, or so it seemed. The guidebook informed us that the Basilica would be closing to the public in 30 minutes but we decided to duck in and have a quick peek as there was no queue.
We weaved back and forth through the barriers that had been laid out to contain the crowds who were not there. After a brief security check we found ourselves in the entrance hall of the Basilica. After marvelling at the ceiling of the entrance for some time we decided to go in.