The Vatican obelisk was brought to Rome from Egypt by Emperor Caligula in 37 AD. The obelisk symbolizes the Egyptian sun god Ra, and thus an odd monument for Christendom. Nevertheless it is in keeping with the Church's history of adopting pagan rites and symbols as a conversion aid. Most have forgotten the obelisk's origin and bask in its aura of timelessness and memorialization. It is an impressive rock.

I planned to view the art of Michelangelo, but the line—a mildly crazed mob—to enter the Sistine Chapel was a mile long. And the sweltering heat and press of bodies nearly caused my head to explode. Romans have no concept of personal space. They cut in line, roughly rub against you and spew doggie breath in your face. Some old lady keep touching my butt (!). I was ready to pick a fight and decided to exit stage-left for a cold one in the Vatican Pub. Five Euro for a watered down brew but better than being fondled by the faithful.

Vatican City is a swapmeet of humanity and ablaze with tourists, marching bands, hordes of clergy, marauding gypsies and pilgrims of every size, shape and color. As I wandered in St Peter's Square an attractive gypsy woman holding an infant tried to rob me. Nigerian nationals peddling fake designer goods seemed to drop from the sky and nestle within every nook and cranny.

EOS 40D and EF-s 17-55 2.8 IS USM