Quietly making my way to the bathroom, I went over to the window, which was set high up like a portal in the thick stone wall, (which was originally part of a watchtower built in the fifteen hundreds.)
Opening the pane and stretching up on tip pee toes, I could just see Assisi floating above the fog rising from the valley. The night lights still twinkling and the cool stillness of dawn, then just faintly I could hear the sound of singing...like angels in the distance, the nuns from Santa Chiara singing morning prayers.
|Assisi and the fog.|
|The old Roman fort on the top of the hill.|
|The church of St Francis, rising fron the hillside|
|Looking out over the valley.|
|The Sun coming up,|
the stuctures on the lower right are the old graveyard, outside the city walls and all of that.
|The valley, stretching away.|