A pretty place with elms, paved brick and river-stone walks, patches of gravel and stretches of grass. Atop a cliff behind the town is a bright salmon-colored church, trimmed in a rich cream. I wonder how you get there. Later I spot a chapel in the same colors on a lower cliff. I hear cocks crowing.
All Italian dogs seem neurotic.
The sun has gone behind clouds. It's suddenly cold. I stop to examine the plain travertine facade of the church - Santa Restituta. The three sets of bronze doors do not. Passing around to the river side of the church, I see the priest.