teacher who stood there with us. The square is dominated by the stone building that houses the principal Jesuit church in Rome, and my father loved to horrify the French teacher with his favorite story about how the wind and the Devil were walking down the Via del Plebiscito, just as we were, when they reached the corner of the Piazza del Gesù. “Wait for me a minute while I go in here,” the Devil said to the wind, and he disappeared through the doors of the Jesuit church. They say that the Piazza del Gesù is the windiest square in Rome.
