While writing in the Piazza di San Francesco, a piazza I recently accidently discovered in my search for heaven (aka a teeny little store filled with hundreds of types of pens and paper), I got to thinking about the people of Italy.
The people here are like their churches. While 98% of the population are Roman Catholic, I've yet to see people going to church on Sunday mornings when the bells are echoing throughout the city, calling the people. They seem to overlook their faith as easily as one forgets to look up and notice the numerous churches that Siena is saturated with.
This is one of my favorite churches. It pops out of the brick and stone, surprising me every time.
Each contrada has their own church, which makes at least 17 within the city walls. However, we mustn't forget the larger basilicas and cathedrals of: Santa Maria dei Servi, San Giuseppe, San Agostino, San Martino, San Domenico, San Giorgio and San Francesco.
"Romeo, Romeo, where art thou Romeo?" This balcony was just so quaint it deserved a picture.
There's so much unique architecture in Siena.
The gardens inside of San Francesco.
La Basilica di San Francesco. Built in 1228, it was originally a Romanesque building that was partially destroyed by a fire in 1655 and then reconstructed under the Gothic style.
Piazza di San Francesco.
The ever present window gazer.
Regarding above photograph: I have, upon multiple occasions, watched numerous amounts of tourists talk a picture of the view through the archway on the left, and not even glance at the window. I find it interesting how much people don't notice.
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