I pointed my camera at the dome of the church and snapped a few photos as we walked around the outside of it.
“It’s nice.” Ugo followed me.
“The temple took twenty-seven years to build, finishing up in 1545.” I motioned for him to follow me inside the Tempio di San Biagio.
“That’s a long time.”
“It was built by Antonio da Sangallo.” I snapped some more photos of the artwork on the wall, careful not to use a flash. “They say that two maidservants, Antilia and Camilla, and a peasant named Toto were passing in front of a fresco that depicted the Madonna and Child, and St. Francis saw the Virgin open and close her eyes.” I waited for a woman to leave, then I leaned way back to admire a particularly beautiful painting on the ceiling. “Lord bless the world, give health to bodies and comfort
