Elizabeth stood in the middle of the crowded square, as still and unmoving as the monuments around her.
She starred, transfixed, at the fountain of the four rivers. Particularly she starred at the statue of the Nile. This statue is blindfolded. Bernini, its creator, apparently did this to express his extreme distaste for the Sant’Agnes Church, the work of one of his students.
As Elizabeth stared, tears began to course down her cheeks. Large, silent tears. They dripped from her chin and onto her chest.
“Why” she thought, “must a thing of such beauty be made with such hate?”