It is human nature to place great significance on sites and people that are special to us and that can elicit bold actions that might be seen as foolish by another.The Roman Coliseum, the ancient burial place of a saint such as St Martin de Tours, the Mount of Olives, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, etc., or of a living soul such as the Pope or somebody visited while they are still alive, such as the case with St John Vianney or St Padre Pio among others.
This question reminds me of Chapter VI in St Therese of Liseaux’s Story of a Soul and her zealous behavior during her pilgrimage to Rome, a chapter that left a particularly strong impression on me:
"I was finally gazing upon that arena where so many martyrs had shed their blood for Jesus. I was already preparing to kneel down and kiss the soil they had made holy, but what a disappointment! The place was nothing but a heap of ruins, and the pilgrims were expected to be satisfied with simply looking at these. A barrier prevented them from entering the ruins. No one would be tempted to do so. But was it possible to come all the way to Rome and not go down into the Colosseum? For me it was impossible! I no longer heard the guide’s explanations. One thought raced through my mind: get down into the arena! Seeking a workman pass by carrying a stepladder, I was on the verge of asking his advice, and it was good I didn’t as he would have considered me a fool. In the Gospel, we read that Mary Magdalene stayed close to the tomb, and every once in a while she stooped down to peer inside. She finally saw two angels. Like her, while recognizing the impossibility of seeing my desires fulfilled, I continued to look towards the ruins into which I wanted to descend; I didn’t see any angels, but I did see what I was looking for and I cried to Celine: “Come quick! We can get though!” We crossed the barrier where there was an opening, the fallen masonry hardly reaching up to the barrier, and we were climbing down over the ruins that rumbled under our feet.
Papa stared at us, surprised at our boldness. He was calling us back, but the two fugitives no longer heard anything…"
[pg 130]