First thing after breakfast we walked down, and downhill, to the Papal Basilica of St Francis, the mother church of the Franciscan order. Being out and about early allowed us to get in and see both the upper and lower churches before the crowds. And very beautiful churches they are.
For the remainder of the day, we climbed and descended the steep streets and alleyways of this lovely little town, stopping for lunch somewhere we probably couldn’t find again. Trish’s cannelloni was baked to perfection, and my minestrone soup was delicious.
I’ll let the pictures we took speak their own thousands of words.