“What was the Sistine Chapel to me? Or the Pieta? Or even the Coliseum? Another loss to contend with; another battle to fight against bitterness: I was visiting the world’s oldest cities, and all that made them magnificent was locked away from me but for vestiges of memory.”

“What was the Sistine Chapel to me? Or the Pieta? Or even the Coliseum? Another loss to contend with; another battle to fight against bitterness: I was visiting the world’s oldest cities, and all that made them magnificent was locked away from me but for vestiges of memory.”

— Emma Scott