Empty

In preparation - for what? a ceremony, an audience? - rows of seats fill the Square. The rain drenches them, the obilisk oversees them. Something is meant to happen, soon.

Heathens, Begone!

Why the title? well we felt slightly unwelcome when we pitched up the Vatican on a lovely bright morning....but then a thunderstorm broke out above our heads. But relaly, it only added to the drama and sense of occasion :)