For those of you not familiar, this armoire looking structure is actually a confessional. While people often kneel at the screened window along the side for a bit of privacy, this gentleman aired his dirty laundry standing in front of the priest and everybody. It looked like he was at a ticket booth… one for absolution, please.
Not one for a drawn out penance, I decided to take my chances with la bocca della verita, the Mouth of Truth. Wondering if my hand is intact?
A melancholic day deserves a man of mood. Enter, Edward Hopper. The Vittoriano just happened to have an exhibition of some of his iconic works bringing a little light to a dreary day.