Hall of the Emperors |
Right on top of the Capitoline Hill is the Capitoline Museum (go figure).
The current building were designed by Michelangelo but not finished in his lifetime. The pavement wasn’t finished until the nineteenth century, because well the Italians know that it takes a long time to do something right or wrong, or anything really, but that is all part of their irresistible charm.
The treasures seem never ending but include: two giant heads of Constantine (one bronze and one marble) hundred is not thousands of Roman statues, a complete collection of Caravaggio paintings, the Capitoline wolf (which is outside to the left of the center palace on a terrace, easy to miss if you are not looking for it) and more and more and more...
This is a must see in Rome. Amazed that I have never been before. The ticket office was in the New Palace (Palazzo Nuovo) though I think we entered the museum through the Palace opposite (the Palazzo Conservatorio). IT was rather confusing but I just followed some people with camera who looked like tourists and we seemed to make it inside. We also met some new American friends inside, though we tried to ditch them, they kept popping up all over the museum. They were rather loud, case in point: "Oh, hey it's our friends from that place with all the rocks. Do you know where I can get a box of Franzia?"
Capitoline Brutus or Stone-face Vimes? |
Flavian Prom Queen |
Tabularium |
The hall of Emperors is filled with busts and statues of…well…emperors, and also has a fairly impressive ceiling.
There is a treat hidden away beneath the museum; the remains of the Tabularium (the ancient roman hall of records) which is still pretty damned impressive two-thousand years later. The arches are awe inspiring and have some of the best views of the Roman Forum anywhere in the city. There is also an elevator that goes down to some excavations underneath the museum, the remains of the old citidal are visible, and a glass elevator is always fun... I am easily entertained though not a cheap date...
I could go on and on and on, there is far too much here to see in just a few hours and I could write a complete blog about it all.
Dying Gaul and weird tourist that kept muttering about "nudes" |
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