We arrived in this small hilltop town at lunchtime, knocked on a few hotel doors, no one responded, so we tried a B&b. Charming, run by a young man studying computer science. Some travel days are lucky.
On our way up the little street to the piazza we passed the local archery team, all dressed like Robin Hood. They had just lost the competition to the next hilltop town. An important sport here. Photos follow.
Bells are ringing, procession must be about to start. So loud.
Wrong. The church service went for 11/2 hours so we went further up the road to look over the castle. It had a field in it with a well, a tower etc.
When we returned the procession was starting. The whole town was out, chaos. Lite girls in white, followed by the whole adult male population dressed as nurses, hmmm! The regional band played some familiar hymns, and of course the piece de resistance- a radiant cross held by the local bishop. Then everyone strolled about the main piazza, kids, oldies, everyone chatting and laughing. It is such a nice way of living, for everyone to come out in the evening. It is warm of course.
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