As we descend the twisty twirly staircase back down the church bell tower, I can’t resist poking my head through a tiny wooden door with a “do not enter” sign on it (well the door was open . .)
I sneak onto a tiny, dusty balcony covered in old step ladders and painting brushes for a glorious bird’s eye view of the Chiesa di San Carlo al Corso church below.
Here’s unlucky ole St Lucy again with her miraculous regenerating eyeballs!
But the star of the show for me is the beautiful ceiling, the ornate frescos contrasting nicely with the buttermilk yellow.
A few more details of religious icons, pulpit and heavenly visitation.
Then it’s back onto the street for food and magnet hunting!