Tuesday arrived, after Rachel had spent Monday in her room quietly sketching some of her memories from the past week. She had already done her sketch of the Adam from the Sistine Chapel and of the Pieta from St Peter’s. She tried to capture something of the rawness that she had felt of Bernini’s sculpture of The Rape of Persepina. She had to admit it was a poor representation. She was unable to capture the essence of the excitement she had felt when she had seen it. Even so, as she drew she h...