I went on a walk this morning and ended up in Little Italy. I entered a church to have a look. It felt like being transported in Rome, a white, bright, airy church, very pleasant, welcoming, appeasing.
My eye was attracted to the bright fresco on the ceiling, the usual grouping of saints and apostles….but with one intruder…a man on horseback…
Amid all the allegory stands a proud Mussolini! It seems that when the church was built and the fresco painted, in the early 1900s, Mussolini was a hero to many Italians. Later on, after the war, his image was shielded to hide it from view. It was only recently uncovered as part of a refurbishing of the church.