During my stay in Umbertide I was deeply touched by the spirit of St. Frances who spent most of his life in the surrounding mountains. I felt a kind of invitation to step into his footprint. On my long walks in the hills I heard even the roadside stones talking about...
I entered the room, switched on the light and sat down at my writing desk. Yonder, opposite the open window, I could see the Hotel de Sens with its stone walls, turrets, loopholes, and atop its round tower, a slender cross reaching to the skies. Through the sultry...
