You can find cherubs doing virtually every task in Rome from holding up Popes to supporting ceilings to read religious texts.
There were even cherubs spotted blowing bubbles on the ceiling of the Galleria Borghese.
However, one of the oddest was the platter of cherubs served up at the Borghese. The Tre putti dormienti looked like a culinary presentation of Putti al dente for an ogre’s table.
Of course, there is no baby like a grown man in a baby carriage:
We have left our Roman babies behind and are now in Sicily. More on that later, but I am sleeping tonight in the ancestral village of my grandmother and grandfather: Cianciana, Sicily.