Now I don't know much about religion being an apiarist, but I had a hankering to go to see Assisi spiritual and sacred and home of the famous Italian patron Saint Francis, and up and till he died in 1226, he was quite the troubadour Friar Tuck of his day. You see the town sprawling up the hillside as you approach and looking quite impressive and inviting. I arrived at teatime, basically when everyone else had been and gone, in order to have a walk around without all the annoying tourists wandering round gawping at maps trying to find the back passage of St. Benedictus and to avoid an excessive heat rash. A wise choice as I parked at the far end of the town and walked in along old beautifully kept winding streets and up and down once again many many steps leading to church after church after Catholic church. Why did they need so many? Since old Franny' left, the place seems to have become a haven for sandal wearing monks, nuns, sinners, shrines, crosses, fountai...