Chapter 24 of my autobiographical novel of backpacking thru Western Europe in 1973 at age 18. Acting on Morgan’s suggestion, I end up spending some 20 minutes nearly alone in the Sistine chapel, pondering this sanctuary to a religion and god I have chosen not to believe in. But then looking down on the Eternal City I realize I am burnt out on seeing the sights of yet another big city and long instead for something completely different, pondering my own sanctuaries. Contains adult language.
