How many nuns can you fit on a zebra crossing? 36 and counting, if you happen to be in Rome.
The theme for Tara’s ‘The Gallery’ this week is a number and this photo immediately came to mind. I took it when we visited Italy’s capital a few years ago. Not a technically good photo: a point and shoot through the window of the Hotel Forty Seven (ooh another number) but one that never fails to make me smile.
We adored Rome (must do a Mum’s Gone to post about it actually) but I was fearful of crossing the roads on account of the sadistic drivers who paid no heed to pedestrians. After seeing this glorious sight I made a note to only cross roads when under the protection of nuns or priests: the cars always stopped for them.
The photo also takes me back to my childhood. My secondary school was a Catholic Convent Grammar school so a fair few of the teachers were nuns. I have fond memories of our form teacher with her jolly sayings, “If a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well” and one nun who had a very stubbly beard. Very naive girls that we were, we had no understanding of the poor woman’s probable hormonal imbalance and were convinced it was a man in drag. She played the guitar very well, nonetheless…