Birthday Competition: The Nun Game Challenge

As it's my birthday today (thanks, chaps, you really shouldn't—oh, that's right, you didn't), and I'm in a good mood, how about a quick round of the Nun Game?

Twenty-five points and one of my spare Moleskine™ notebooks to the first person to spot a nun hidden away in my recent photos from Rome and Florence. Answers in the comments please.

Simply post the URL (web address) of the Flickr page containing the nun photo into the comment's text. (Note: There should only be one photo on the Flickr page in question. If there is more than one photo shown, click your chosen photo to be taken to its unique page.) Oh, and don't forget to include your email address in the comments field provided, so I'll be able to contact you (it won't be published).

For the avoidance of doubt, there are no tricks involved. There is at least one photo of a real, live nun, who is very clearly a nun, and not just some indistinguishable speck/blob in the background.

Think of it as Where's Wally, but with nuns.

The judge's decision is final, no correspondence will be entered into, etc., etc.

Good luck!

Oh, is it empty already? Next bottle, I think.

Postscript: We have a winner. Congratualtions, Philip. The nun photo is here.

The Hit-Nun

Whenever Jen and I are in Italy, we like to play the Nun Game. Well, to be honest, it's just me who likes to play the Nun Game; Jen thinks it's silly and usually refuses to play to begin with, until her naturally competitive nature kicks in:

"Look a nun! Ten points! Yes!"
"I'm not playing."
"… Oh look, another nun! Ten more points!"
"…"
"… And there's a nun reading a newspaper. 20 points!"
"No way is a nun reading a newspaper worth 20 points!"
"You're just jealous because I'm on 40 points. That's 40 points to nil. You're rubbish at this game!"
"I'm not falling for it. I'm not playing your silly nun game."
"…"
"NUN ON A BIKE!! Forty-all! Yes!"

Last week, Jen and I were crossing a zebra crossing on our way to the Vatican. In Italy, zebra crossings don't indicate any right-of-way for pedestrians; they are merely there to inform drivers that they should swerve to avoid any pedestrians on them, rather than beeping their horns at them for being in the middle of the road.

Jen was a couple of paces in front of me on the zebra crossing, when a Fiat Panda came screeching round the corner and headed straight at her. Jen had to run to avoid being hit.

"Did you see that?!!" said Jen, after I'd caught up with her.
"Yes. What an idiot!"
"It was a nun! That's got to be worth a couple of hundred points: having a nun try to assassinate you with a Fiat Panda!"

I stopped playing at that point.