Born and raised a Catholic, it took a walk through the Vatican walls to sink the last nail on the coffin of my relationship with the all mighty Church.
It took me back to items on the Colombian evening news indirectly showcasing a race for the most extravagant Narco-King home . One more outrageous than the next. Gold sinks, priceless art and larger than life architecture. All live on TV after the inhabitant had found its death by hands of the police or his/her equals.
The power, the abuse, the lack of sense of reality...Same principle, same corrupt background for the capital that built it. The difference is, the narcos home arent treated as attractions worth traveling hundreds-thousands of kilometers. The Vatican is.
On the beauty side of things, they did have some magnificent art and light.
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