Art in the city, they take seriously here.  It is forever showing up, juxtaposed, in public places (like the modern sculpture that stands in the Palazzo Comunale; or the competing time pieces that are affixed below the palace tower).

On any given day, the theme can be extended inside.  In anticipation of “Arte in Citta,” modern paintings are displayed on the second floor of a much older place.

When you walk in and start upstairs, the two murals compete for your attention.  When you move from room to room, you don’t know where to fix your gaze: on the bold, modernist colors and shapes or on more common household furniture.  So very different, in effect, than those gilded frames on museum walls.

Two tourists walk into a square. (There is no punch line to follow.)

All Spoleto stands before them, with Rebecca and I trailing behind.

They stop, momentarily, in front of Chiesa di S. Gregorio Maggiore.

Nothing about the little church imposes its will upon their innocence.

Reluctant to impose, we too pass on without passing on our prejudice.

(Though truth be told, Spoleto ranks it in their Short Trekking Top 10.)

And who knows? Maybe they came back, after all, to gaze in wonder.

As have we, as we always do, when in search of solemn peace and quiet.

May these images ease the burden of not imposing (about the unimposing.)

Saved for a later shoot: the darker, smaller spot of a previous incarnation.

After forgetting on Sunday to check the schedule of Musica a Casa Menotti, we head back there this morning to learn what else might be going on.

Imagine our surprise when we stumble upon what we believe to be the set of an Italian TV show, whose name likewise escapes me at the moment.  Our takes:

Or else, the shopping trip we took yesterday “sorta put me in the mind of Kant” (as a speed-reading professor used to put the philosophic adventure into words).