“Ecco Filippone! Here comes the great Philip!” This was not an unfamiliar cry in the streets of sixteenth-century Rome as the local youth spotted Philip Neri strolling down the street with his friends in the late afternoon. Philip was hard to miss, with his large white shoes, rough coat and comical hat.
This was the priest who made them laugh, the one carrying a bunch of weeds and smelling them as if they were roses, the one wearing his clothes...
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