| Looking back down into the valley from Assisi. |
| The uppermost Basilica of St. Francis...there is another below it, and his tomb lies below that. |
The older town of Assisi.
Day 14 - Assisi
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We rose with the street vendors below our window, and took the morning to visit Italy's National
Institute and Museum for the History of Science. We were rushed some by our train schedule, but
we saw several of Galileo's telescopes, some Da Vinci inventions, and all sorts of scientific
instruments spanning the last eight hundred years or so. Then it was off to our train, a slow train,
that carried us to Assisi, home of St. Francis and St. Claire. St. Francis is, of course, the patron
saint of animals and was the founder of the Fransican Order. St. Clare, a follow of Francis, is the
patron saint of eye disease and television.
We wandered around Assisi, saw our first Ferrari in Italy, and took the bus up to the old town,
taking our place with all of the nuns. Once up on the hill we visited the Basilicae of St. Francis, as
well as his tomb. We enjoyed a nice dinner and walked back down the hill to our hotel, listening to
the partisan shouts from bars and homes as the United States battled Italy in the World Cup. Our
day drew to a close, and we went to bed saddened to know that the morning would bring us by
train to Rome, the last stop in our trip.
Institute and Museum for the History of Science. We were rushed some by our train schedule, but
we saw several of Galileo's telescopes, some Da Vinci inventions, and all sorts of scientific
instruments spanning the last eight hundred years or so. Then it was off to our train, a slow train,
that carried us to Assisi, home of St. Francis and St. Claire. St. Francis is, of course, the patron
saint of animals and was the founder of the Fransican Order. St. Clare, a follow of Francis, is the
patron saint of eye disease and television.
We wandered around Assisi, saw our first Ferrari in Italy, and took the bus up to the old town,
taking our place with all of the nuns. Once up on the hill we visited the Basilicae of St. Francis, as
well as his tomb. We enjoyed a nice dinner and walked back down the hill to our hotel, listening to
the partisan shouts from bars and homes as the United States battled Italy in the World Cup. Our
day drew to a close, and we went to bed saddened to know that the morning would bring us by
train to Rome, the last stop in our trip.
Sadly, not our rental car.
| The newer town, down in the valley. Or perhaps they are sea horses. |