One conclave on the bus and three capped

In Rome, Saturn hats are almost no longer seen; it is a pity, but it has a reason. It would be 10.30 in the morning, and by an alley that links Piazza Navona with Corso del Rinascimento there appears a priest of those before, in strict black, with an impolite cassock and one of those hats that are halfway between a Pamela and a beaver, which is the hat of the picadors. Here they are called “Sun Saturn hat of a Roman priest” – all together – and …