¶ 3 Leave a comment on paragraph 3 0 Back again through the hot sun and dusty road past St Pauls church (which was erected in this inconvenient place in order to be over his grave where a certain Lucina buried him on her lot, burned down and changed two or three times) then branch off to the right by the “strada delle sette chiese” along the summit of an uninhabited ridge, between stone farm-walls and basking lizzards [sic] where was once a dense population, parallel to the old city wall, for a mile or more, to the old church of San Sebastiano on the Appian way, a church that might, at one time, have been elegant, but is now rusty with age-
¶ 4 Leave a comment on paragraph 4 0 Within is a door leading down to the Catacombs where, after waiting fifteen or twenty minutes for a party to come out, we descended, each one carrying a tallow dip about eighteen inches long by a quarter of an inch diameter.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on paragraph 5 0 Down into irregular, narrow, low, crooked ratholes, with cavities on either side where bodies have been removed, two places about ten feet square where a chapel is supposed to have stood. Five minutes walk thus, and up an ancient stairway into another part of the church, ^and^ all is over, candles returned and fees paid. Not at all what I sought- No stone- masonry, no paintings, no, anything interresting, so we must try some other of the many Catacombs around the city.