The cathedral came into view, built where an Etruscan temple, and later a Roman temple, once stood. After marveling at the stubs of Etruscan pillars that still stand in a row in front of the church, we went inside.
The light was dim, but stray cords of sunshine splashed onto the floor revealing a fragrant work of art streaming down the center aisle. Two young women and an older man were putting finishing touches on a carpet of multi-colored flowers laid out in symmetrical patterns on the old red tiled floor. They were preparing for the 50th wedding anniversary celebration of the town’s oldest residents.