The Basilica of San Nicola in Carcere shows off its Roman columns - both as part of the church, and free-standing. |
More columns, viewed from the south. |
Model of the three Roman temples (by Igor) |
And, one can explore below the church - for 2 or 3 Euros. The exploration immediately takes you into catacombs and bones. How old? Well, they did have green stuff growing on them.
The basilica can be overshadowed by the powerful Teatro di Marcello, but it's there, down the street to the left. |
Giacomo della Porta's entrance, incorporating Roman columns. |
One reason we can see so clearly the structure of the Roman temples is that Mussolini cleared away the surrounding buildings in driving through his wide road to the sea. An engraving shows the cluster of buildings abutting and around the church before the Fascists cleared the landscape (and almost this church as well).
Basilica di San Nicola in Carcere, as it looked in the 18th century (Giuseppe Vasi engraving), before Mussolini demolished the adjacent buildings, and the neighborhood. |
You might need the flashlight app on your iPhone. |
The Basilica of San Nicola in Carcere is an example of DIY Rome tourism, with no lines, no crowds, right in the center of Rome. English pamphlets are also available there.
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Here's another link with more explanatory material on the basilica.
Interior Roman column with 10th century Christian markings. |
2 comments:
I've always (well, since the 1960's) enjoyed the "fact" that in the altar are the relics of San Nicola – that is Santa Claus/Father Christmas.
Explore the church´s undergroud like the poet:
"There is a dungeon, in whose dim drear light
What do I gaze on? Nothing—Look again!
Two forms are slowly shadowed on my sight—
Two insulated phantoms of the brain:
It is not so—I see them full and plain—
An old man, and a female young and fair,
Fresh as a nursing mother, in whose vein
The blood is nectar:—but what doth she there,
With her unmantled neck, and bosom white and bare?
Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life,
Where on the heart and from the heart we took
Our first and sweetest nurture—when the wife,
Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Man knows not—when from out its cradled nook
She sees her little bud put forth its leaves—
What may the fruit be yet?—I know not—Cain was Eve's.
But here Youth offers to Old Age the food,
The milk of his own gift: it is her Sire
To whom she renders back the debt of blood
Born with her birth:—No—he shall not expire
While in those warm and lovely veins the fire
Of health and holy feeling can provide
Great Nature's Nile, whose deep stream rises higher
Than Egypt's river:—from that gentle side
Drink—drink, and live—Old Man! Heaven's realm holds no such tide..."
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