We continue the tour of Farnese: in this post one church and one passage. This was almost three weeks ago, the last time we got together with Flavia, and I’m missing it.
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After discovering last week’s cat doors, we ascended to the old part of town proper. In a square behind the corner we bumped into a rather remarkable church and opposite was a less fancy but completely adorable passage.
The church is called Parrocchia Santissimo Salvatore and it would undoubtedly make a top five attraction in any lesser country but in Italy it’s just another church. In the gallery are some images from the inside. There were not many doors as such but imagination goes a long way.
Just opposite I spotted the grand entrance that you can see above. It wasn’t clear whether it was public or private but I boldly went in and discovered an interesting passage and courtyard that has seen grander times but to me it was equally magnificent as the church.
Inside the church I saw it written Magna et mirabilia. The translation is not simple, it appears, something like many wonderful, but magna sounds exactly how my name is pronounced. Maybe my next blog should be called Manja the Magna and her Miracles. 😀
(ADD-IT: As Susanne busted me in a comment: magna is NOT pronounced the same as my name but rather with a hard g. I mixed magna and mangia (Eat!) which in Roman dialect is indeed pronounced Manja, to rhyme with lasagna.)
In other news… but you know. Be well and dance as if the whole world is watching.
Yes, the sky was getting bluer and bluer. 
The church. Slightly central American feel, no matter that I’ve never been. 
The door itself is not a big deal compared to everything else. 
The church bell door. 
This earless and tailless beast drew my eye. 
Not to mention the ceiling. And the organ door! 
Magna et mirabilia. 
The door on the way out. 
The grand entrance opposite the church. 
I went through and found this odd looking place. 
Look at this! 
The view out. 
It’s all rather interesting. 
Atop the stairs leading out on the other side. 
Again, it feels Mexican. 
There is a door too. 
Actually two doors. 
Doors from here will go on, but it’s this view that I’m taking with me.
I agree, there is a Mexican feel to some of these pictures. Being from one of the lessor countries, if I saw this church I would swerve to the curb to get out and look. I’m glad you were bold enough to enter, the shots you took are fascinating.
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Thank you, Dan. 🙂 Lesser country? I don’t know, seems pretty grand to me. Bold to enter, you mean because of the circumstances? There was nobody in, or maybe a sole person in front. But I’m never really at east in a church. I always feel they were built with this purpose – to intimidate.
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Lesser in terms of doors. By default, there are none here over 400 years old. I can feel at ease in most churches. Despite the people who built them, it’s not their house.
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These are sensational, my friend!!! How I would love to wander around this place. I’m so missing my trips to sunny places with fabulous doors.
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Thank you so much, Helen. 🙂 See, this weekend was sunny and calm and I could go anywhere I wanted – as long as I’m home by midnight as a Cinderella – and yet I didn’t go anywhere but for short dog walks. The mood was not such.
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Keep to the curfew. We don’t want you turning into a pumpkin! 😂. We’re in Lockdown again for November 😓
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Tomorrow Tuscany turns orange and we must not leave it any more. 😦 Also bars and restaurants must close, except for the takeaway which we never do.
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Roll on next spring! And a vaccine! Take care.
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Love those old doors. Another wonderful day out with Manja the Magna and her Miracles 🙂
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Hihi, thanks, Bushboy. This weekend I didn’t go anywhere. The mood wasn’t there. :p
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There is always another weekend 🙂
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There will be but not so soon. Tomorrow Tuscany joins the orange zone and we must not leave it any more. Also bars and restaurants close except for takeaway. I missed my last chance. 😦
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Does amore have to stay in Rome or work from home?
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He can’t work from home. He is busting those who steal electricity 😀
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So I guess he has to stay in Rome all the time.
If someone comes from another area here, it’s 12 days quarantine and isolation before they can go anywhere or do anything.
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Yes, he drives from Tuscany to Rome and back daily 1 hour and a half (in one direction) since May. He says it’s second nature to him but I can see he is tired. On the train he could sleep.
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Even if you are in the orange zone now he can come and go?
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Yes, for work or health you can.
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That’s so good to have him home even if he is tired
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Oh, of course! Especially since he could just sleep at his father in Rome.
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What a find! Love the church bell door 🙂 and the sad little beast below. Such fabulous vaulted spaces. I could live there 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, Jo! 🙂 Vaulted spaces, yes, I love them too. Plenty of that where we both live.
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I’m looking and loving it.
Magna! That’s too funny. It never occured to me. Maybe…
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Thanks, Bojana. I was wrong, of course. :p Magna is pronounced with the g, not nj. 😉
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Shoot.
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Manja and the Miracles…sounds like a good name for a Mo-Town act. Oh, wait I think Smokey Robinson already has copyrights on that 😀
I’m glad you pushed on and brought us along your continuing explorations. I’m most fascinated by that wide triple door with the long bar/board to secure it closed. Excellent post!
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Thank you, Norm, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Sometimes I go out, but this weekend I didn’t. I was all alone with bestia and stayed home. And today I made a nutella cake. My priorities are obvious. 😀
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Okay, so exactly HOW is your named pronounced? When I look at the spelling “Manja”, I pronounce the “j” as “y” so it sounds like Manya, but no? That’s not right? It should be a hard “g” as in MaGna Carta? signed, perplexed in Canada.
In other observations, the light in Italy is exquisite and everything glows in it. Even just another church.
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Oh, Susanne, you busted me. I will add an explanation in my post. I mixed everything up. It’s obvious that I never learned Latin. Magna is indeed pronounced with a hard g, whereas my name rhymes with “lasagna”. I was thinking of the word mangia (meaning Eat!) which in Roman dialect is indeed pronounced like my name. In regular Italian it’s mangia with a g like in George. Thank you for pointing it out! And yes, the light is everything.
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I love both the church ceiling and the sky ceiling. (K)
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Thank you, K. Looking up is rewarding, yes.
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It is. But not many do.
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These are really gorgeous! Always fun to drop by 🙂
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Thank you, Katy, I’m glad to hear this. Let’s all hope for more fun.
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Another fascinating collection – doors with so many stories they only hint at.
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Thank you, Judith. Quite, so many doors, so many tales, so much history.
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Miraculous Manja. I love the sound of that. 🙂
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🙂 Thank you, Julie. Miracles seems harder to come by lately.
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