I was up and around before sunrise at 6:29 and by 19:52 sunset is long in the rear view mirror.
The Ave Maria is still slated int he 20:00 slot.
It it Holy Monday. Mercifully short readings today, but profound. The story is being told. The mysteries are being made present. All is unfolding.
The full Moon is still with us, but it’s fullness was yesterday. Therefore….
The Roman Station is Santa Prassede on the Aventine Hill. Marvelous church. The chapel of St. Zeno and the arch are splendid.
This morning was … weird. The streets were virtually empty. It was raining, but that wasn’t it. There was an oppressive feeling. It’s smelled … wrong. There was an overly warm deep humidity that had nothing to do April.

As I walked past the Palazzo Farnese, a long-serving security guard I chat with called the day “uggioso”, which is oppressive, sad, a downer.
I got to The Parish™ and The World’s Best Sacristan™ said that he got up in the morning and felt down and that there was a bad rumor in the air.
I saw this on the cars and thought… scirocco, the warm wind from N Africa bringing sand to dump on Rome.

Scirocco. I’m pretty sure that we had a mini. All I wanted to do today was sleep, which is par for the course with the scirocco. I think in Germany they lament… the Föhn.
Today, (14. H N LVDI)) in the Fasti of Ovid we read:
Luce secutura tutos pete navata, portus:
ventus ab occasu gradine mixtus erit.
sit licet ut fuerit, tamen hac Mutinensia Caesar
grandine militia perculit arma sua.
Who can do a translation? It isn’t that hard, so long as you the reference to Modena.
It is an observation about weather on this day, but also that Caesar defeated his enemies at modern Modena… which fits with the next part.
Today I had lunch with a flamboyant blogist. Tongue with homemade mayo, a magnificent green herb sauce and pizza bianca. (Not mine, but I ought to have.)

We went to a place I like. My bucatini , alas, swam for their lives in the over abundance of sauce which was, truth be told, not all it should have been. I must have a chat with the chef. I’m not a tourist.
In the afternoon, for my third walk to The Parish™, and thus my 3rd mile of the day, I presided at the ceremonial washing of feet of pilgrims who have come for the Jubilee. This is what St. Philip Neri founded in this very place in the 16th c. and which has been revived.
The Great Roman™.

In great Jubilees hundreds of thousands of pilgrims descended on Rome. The Archconfraternity managed to house, feed and take of the sick of more than a third… every single one having his or her feet washed on arrival at The Parish™. The same ritual is used today.
The linen aprons are from the time of Pius IX (who himself was a member of the Archconfraternity and who came himself to wash the feet of pilgrims as did cardinals and bishops who belonged). It was NOT A PUBLICITY STUNT.
Here is an apron exactly like those of St. Philip Neri’s day. This, however, is one of the old ones from the time of Pius IX.

I could, if you want, share something about prayers that accompany the ritual of washing the feet of pilgrims. I won’t force them on you.
If you come to Rome as a pilgrim, you can experience this. There is a way to sign up in advance. Email:
arciconfraternitatrinita@gmail.com
The pastor is a go getter. He has had restored almost all the paintings of the church. The painting for the altar of the sacristy was a miserable dark mess. It will be back in place at Easter!


In chessy news…
Magnus won the Freestyle challenge in Paris. Is that news? Yesterday Hikaru committed an unthinkable blunder in the end game and lost, so Magnus only needed a draw.
I’m so tired… but this might give you a challenge…
White to win or draw.
