On Tuesday, we made a return trip to Cascia, to sit in Masaccio's church. At 5.30, the bells rang for the saying of the Rosary, a dog howled throughout the clanging peals, the parish priest bid us 'buona sera', hopped into his car and headed off for the post office and the little dog who had guided us to the Museum on our first visit appeared in the piazza outside the church. He greeted me warmly, posed for a photograph then settled down to await his master's return. Our American neighbour, Don, tells me his name is Billy3, a descendent of Billys 1 and 2.
We then drove to Fiesole to view Florence from the heights to the north. The Sirens of the minor roads lured us from our planned route, adding over 20 km to our journey from Cascia. MWNN wasn't overly annoyed as the scenery was stunning and we approached Fiesole at about 7.30, along the 'Via Panoramic', catching glimpses of Florence below as we crawled along a road so narrow we needed olive oil to grease the car's progress between barrier wall and corner walls of the many villas that line the road. We finally found a public park from which the views would have been wonderful had it not been for the fact that the day had seen intermitent rain, the valley was shrouded in mist, and the sun was sinking. Remarkably, the camera recorded things we couldn't see with the naked eye and, with a little enhancement, we can make out the Duomo, Uffizi, Boboli Gardens and Petti Palace.
Our plans to return to Fiesole when the weather is better are compromised, as is our attendance at Saturday's 'farewell do' for the guests staying in Bisticci, by MWNN's cold. He usually needs 9 or ten days to fully recover from a dose as bad as this and we leave Italy in 6 days time. C'est la vie (all my attempts at learning Italian have come to nought, my brain makes an attempt but whenever a foreign language is required, what comes out of my mouth, and kehyboard, is French .)