This morning, on our hot and humid way to Berniniville, I found, in a book stand on the street, a binder full of 1920s pornography postcards. The images were playful, mysterious, enchanting, and surprisingly clothed. They held a narrative quality that I found irresistible, so I bought three.
Today was Bernini day. First, the Borghese Gallery which, I found with pleasant surprise, featured a collection of Caravaggio, one of my favorite painters. My favorite pieces by far were Apollo and Daphne and The Rape of Persephone. Unfortunately, both sculptures subscribe to the rape theme. This only reinforces my theory that great art wields one part terror. After the gallery, we visited The Ecstasy of St. Theresa at Santa Maria de la Vittoria. Nothing beats seeing sculpture in person.
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