Act IV, Scene I: Richard is listening to Clare's monologue

Our final day has arrived. I'm not sure if we had breakfast at the hotel that morning, but we had greater things in mind: Visitng the Vatican. Remember, you can't spell Vatican, without spelling 'I can'. We took a bus there of course, but it required us changing busses at one point. As it was hard telling where exactly a certain bus stops, we also had to walk quite a bit. Had we known that nuns can get on an express bus even outside of the express stops we could have saved that walking, but oh well. As a matter of fact we waited for like the third bus, as the others were way too crowded.
Okay, so first of all, we check out St. Peter's square, which is more round than anything, but decide to go inside after visitng the Vatican. Good choice. We ask for the way, and start walking along the walls of the Vatican. They were pretty high. On the way there we get a flyer from a restaurant, where we will later eat lunch. Sorry for spoiling that bit of excitement for you. We also see people trying to sell handbags and sunglasses. All designer merchandise, even though I kinda suspected that stuff to be counterfeit. Just a guess, though. Later said vendors would quickly gather their stuff and start running at the sight of carabineri. Hm. The line to get into the Vatican museums was pretty long, but could have been worse.
When entering, our troubles began. Not that anyone said anything, but they did have signs telling women to cover their shoulders and legs. And when we got in, everybody started breaking ut their scarves and stuff. We didn't bring along anything Christina could use. But no one said anything, so we kinda thought it might be okay. It wasn't like she was dressed revealingly. Anyway, as we were entering the tour of the museums, which includes the Sistine Chapel, Christina felt weird about it, and decided to buy a t-shirt at the gift shop. The lady in there was something else, but I don't wanna bore you. Let me just say that two customers in the store at the same time, were too much for her to handle. Anyway, now Christina felt more comfortable and we were ready to enjoy the beautiful art in there. And it really is great. So much to see, and we somehow missed the Raphael room altogether. Is that how you spell his name? I'm not looking it up. Well, I did anyway, and it's correct. Raffaello would have been okay too, but that's the name of a kind of candy over here, so I'm sticking with the first spelling. And off we went into the Pope's crib.
I just noticed that I started writing this post over a week ago. Sorry for the delay.