Me on a tour of the Pantheon

I walked the Roman streets, while the cobbled paths and the noise of passers-by led me to one of the most famous symbols of the eternal city - the Pantheon. Although I knew where I was going, neither the numerous pictures nor the stories I had heard before could prepare me for the feeling when I finally saw it. He appeared before my eyes at the end of a narrow street, as if he had jumped out of time itself, steadfast and majestic.

The first thing that caught my attention was the facade with massive columns, the dark stone of which bears traces of centuries. Their height made me feel small and yet part of something much bigger. I looked at the sign above the entrance: "M.AGRIPPA.L.F.COS.TERTIVM.FECIT". I knew it was dedicated to Agrippa, but that ancient Latin inscription sounded like the code of some distant, forgotten world. As I stood before it, the pillars seemed to look at me with quiet disdain, as if asking if I was worthy to set foot inside.

When I stepped through the massive bronze doors, it felt like I was entering the heart of Rome. The interior was darker than I expected, but that only added to the sense of mystery. Then I looked up, and everything stopped. Above me, a huge dome spread out like a perfect circle, its center – the oculus – the only source of light. A beam of sunlight filtered through the opening and fell on the floor, illuminating the marble in warm, golden hues. That scene seemed almost supernatural, like a connection between heaven and earth.

As I walked, I couldn't stop thinking about how this space was once dedicated to the Roman gods. I was trying to imagine a time when sacrifices were made here to Jupiter, Mars, Venus. Today, although dedicated to Christianity, it retains that ancient, universal sanctity that sets it apart from all other buildings.

Every niche on the wall attracted my attention. I stood in front of the statues and studied their shapes. One was dedicated to the Madonna, and the other bore the name of saints, but somewhere between them, the presence of ancient deities could still be felt, like a silent shadow of the past. The walls, decorated with different types of marble, made the space seem even more imposing, while every step echoed in perfect silence.

I was especially moved by the moment when I stood in front of Raphael's tomb. The tomb was simple, but its significance was enormous. Knowing that he rested in the Pantheon, a place that symbolizes human genius, made his presence palpable. A wreath of flowers stood on the grave - a modest but touching sign of respect for an artist whose work transcends the boundaries of time. I stood for a while imagining what this space looked like during the Renaissance, when Raphael was buried here.

As I continued my tour, my eyes kept wandering to the dome. It is not just an architectural wonder - for me it was a symbol of the human aspiration to reach the sky, to connect with something higher. I wondered how the Romans managed to build something this perfect, without modern technology, just with math, will and faith. Every stone in that dome has witnessed centuries, earthquakes, wars, the arrival of new religions and cultures, and it still stands. Unwavering.

I left the Pantheon with a strange mixture of feelings - elation, humility and gratitude. Outside, the square was lively, full of tourists and locals. Children ran around the Fontana del Pantheon, while adults enjoyed coffee in nearby restaurants. I looked behind me once more. The facade looked even more imposing in the afternoon sun, which cast long shadows across the columns.

I sat on the edge of the fountain for a while, just watching the people and thinking about everything I saw. The Pantheon was not just a building. He was the story of man - of his dreams, his deities and his eternal aspirations. The Roman afternoon was slowly turning into evening, and with each step I took away from the Pantheon, I knew I was carrying a part of that moment with me forever.