I think the husbands will all be happy that today’s destination point has very little shopping. I think the most you can do is a cross in the shape of an upper case T made out of wood, for about a euro fifty. In the end, Saint Francis of Assisi was a very simple soul and we are going to follow suit.
The frescos in Assissi can render one breathless from their shear magnitude, and then underneath all of that everywhereness of paint beats an amazing reality of life. The expression and weight and emotion of the walls is overwhelming.
For dinner I have no idea. Everything that we were supposed to make tonight I made last night, and the girls have a renewed appetite that must be reckoned with.
Italy is restoring them.