This is what is in the window of Gammarelli right now. You can tell that they are getting ready for a consistory.
Off to Assisi. First stop, Santa Maria degli Angeli and a visit to the little Porziuncula church.
This is the itty bitty church involved in the plenary indulgence that comes up a couple times a year.
The place where St. Francis died: the chapel of the “Transitus“.
Up to the big church on the hill.
The tomb of St. Francis. I spent some time in intense prayer here, talking to him about the Pope.
Upper Basilica. Walls by Giotto.
Trinkets of the life of Francis: stuff given to him by the Sultan. You know the story.
Off to Florence, where the bread is not salty.
Florentine bread. Blech.
Dante uses salty bread as a symbol of exile. If you are a Florentine, and you taste salt in the bread, then you know that you are not in Florence.
Pappardelle al cinghiale.
Walking back for a night’s rest.