Sunday, April 22, 2012.
Today we drove to Assisi, which isn't at all far from Montefalco. There, of course, is the famous lower basilica where Francis of Assis is buried, and the upper basilica, adorned by frescoes by Giotto, perhaps. (New theories keep coming up about who really did these frescoes, which are crumbling both from the earthquake and humidity and from lack of funds to repair and restore them.) The upper basilica is more interesting to me because of these paintings. In the lower one, guards keep warning "Silenzio" to the worshippers who are captivated by the saint's remains. You must understand, that if one doesn't grow up Catholic, this concept of leaving behind personal belongings to a dead saint is quite foreign. I was brought up in the Dutch Reformed Church, which is quite simple.
I didn't take any photos inside the church, but as we were exiting, we heard drums. The Lions Club presented a pageant with participants dressed in medieval or Renaissance garb, I'm not sure which.
It was a good. We walked around throughout town, buying books, gelato, soap for Erin, art, and just enjoying this fine hill town.
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| Nice windows. |
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| A horsey by that fat lady sculptor, whose name I always forget. |
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| Roman Temple. |
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| Wendy. |
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| Some arches and levels. |
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| Saint Francis. |
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| The carousel cried for by a little girl. |
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| View from the wall. |
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| Marilyn |
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| Marilyn and Jamie |
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| Cool lamp. |
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| More arches. |
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| And some more. |
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A very skinny door.
As it did almost the whole time we were on this trip, it rained off and on. Here's evidence.
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