I didn’t take his photo though. I probably could have – a little girl stuck her camera right through the grate and got a shot of the vested skeleton and no one stopped her. But it just didn’t feel right to me. Maybe because the boys were with me and I didn’t want to model “getting a good shot” as even Step Two (after “pray”) in “What To do in the Presence of Important Saints’ Relics.”
Can you see the weasel or ferret or whatever to the right? We were just standing there not looking at it, when a man strode up, tapped Michael on the top of the head, made faux surprised noises, said something in Italian, pointed at the creature and strode on.