Act of the Apostle...

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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, fountains, cherubs, angels, alters and all religious artefacts known to exist in Gods holy kingdom. 
Lost souls now wander the streets trying to find solace, like this woman who no doubt lost her late husband, shot by mistake in the Crimean War, now left to sit, clutching a pewter crucifix, reflecting on her now lonely, suffering existence, gazing expectantly to the lord for spiritual enlightenment and forgiveness before she slowly withers away and slips off this mortal coil and gets pushed into the flames and becomes a pot of ash....well, probably!?
Anyhow, he built a massive house that he named the 'Basilica' on the top of the hill, (a) to keep fit and (b)so he could be near God and chant and pray and invite the Pope and his mates round occasionally to ring bells and feast and rattle off a few 'Hail Mary's' together. He also loved all creatures great and small (No, not the TV show, you idiot!), so he probably kept loads of goats and chickens, camels and bears and I would think he had a massive fish tank and a pet spider monkey?
Well, when you have the room!

And on the way back I found where he kept his bicycles!
 Today's track is brought to u by another favourite band of mine, 'Belle and Sebastian', this time a short song from the 2006 album, The Life Pursuit.




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