Grand Tourer

So after Francesco Totti-Gate that morning, we all met up in the main piazza, the one with the funny Pope, for our tour of Camerino. The four of us that had started to form a tight unit at the Frassassi Caves once again drifted together and got our cameras at the ready for what promised to be an entertaining afternoon looking at some of the more beautiful places in the town.

The tour started at the university. There was a large courtyard/cloister set up which led on to some of the university buildings. Within that, however, seemed to be the town hall - I think they ran into each other or used each other's facilities where necessary because we came across quite an unusual room (on the left). I confess I didn't really listen to the explanation of what it was because I was more keen to ask if I could sit in the big chair and look important. It turned out I could. It was very comfortable and, even though I say it myself, I felt at home in such a seat of power. (Jokes.)

We moved outside after our little flirtation with power and influence and moved along another covered walkway. Instead of skirting the piazza, this one skirted the edge of the town itself and gave the most fantastic views of the hills below. It seemed a shame that there were only a few windows in the passageway where you could look out and see it in all its glory. Still, when they came, they were spectacular. It was also a great day for taking pictures, the clouds were big and fluffy and cast some incredible shadows on the fields below.

 After we'd fully explored the ins and outs of the university cum council town hall thing we found ourselves back where we started, in the main piazza. We turned our attention to the church - the one where you are expressly forbidden to show your knees - and with the clouds the way they were, from the outside it looked quite something. From the inside it was still a little gloomy and overly ornate, but my friends and I took great delight in finding the pew for 'La Famiglia Innocenti' and thought that it would be the perfect photo opportunity.

 We walked over to the other side of the town after our visit to the church, skirting the left side of the city. Lynette got halfway there and then decided that she'd go and do some shopping and get on top of the pile of homework she'd be given by her tutor (who seemed to take things a little more seriously than Wendy, or should I say Sig.a Totti).

 In between the amazing views, we came across another church - it is Italy. This one, I came to realise, was a lot more traditionally Italian. It was smaller that what I can only imagine was the main parish church in Camerino, but they'd crammed in just as much stuff. I know 'stuff' isn't a particularly eloquent word, but I can't think of a more appropriate one. It was just stuff - gold stuff and painted stuff, marble stuff and miscellaneous shiny stuff - stuff everywhere. Stuff. Stuff. Stuff.

Stuff.

Anyway, our tour ended at the top side of the town where there was a little walled park; the guide (who was one of the tutors) left us to wander back in our own time. Gaby, Bree and I decided to hang on a little before we wandered. We wanted to take some pictures first. I'll leave you with one.