This morning I visited Santa Maria della Angelo, above, which is where Francis lived for a good part of his life. Then I came back to Assisi, ate a piece of pizza and drank a lemon soda, came back to the Convent, took a shower.
And now I am cross stitching.
Even when you are taking a sabbath, you need times of rest.
Someone down the hill is playing a harp down the hill and I am listening in a sitting room while I stitch.
This afternoon later I’ll head down the hill for evening prayer at San Francesco and dinner (likely in the opposite order.)
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