The next day was our failed Vatican venture. Which wasn't really a failure because we got to see the Pope give a speech, through sheer luck! No Sistine Chapel or anything, but lots of papal goodness. Oh right, I mean 'goodness' :P
And of course there were the plaster casts, which was the last thing we saw. We were ready to go (our feet were going to fall off) but we hadn’t seen them yet, and we didn’t have a map, and it was Italy so of course there were no signs, and there was no one to ask, and in the shop we found they didn’t have any guides in English. We needed ice tea.
The second thing was that Til had been bitten by something and her eyelid was swollen so she looked like a freakshow.