A couple of years ago, on a magical trip to Italy, my friend and I decided to take a quiet drive along the back roads of Sienna, and ended up in the quaintest little village, of which I am sad to say, for the life of me, I cannot fathom out the name. Nevertheless, we parked our rental car and wandered through narrow alley ways. It must have been siesta time because hardly anyone was around.
The alley-ways were ablaze with pots of colour -all immaculate and blooming profusely just for us.
We walked higher and higher, eventually up a very steep hill.
There at the very end, at the top of this hill, was this unpretentious and quaint little church.
The view alone was such a reward,
after that long walk in the hot sun. We lingered for a while, caught our breath, admired the view, before meandering down again.
Along the cobble way up to the church, on the wall posts leading to the church, were the most gorgeous mosaic artworks. Here, in this tiny little town, quite off the beaten track, someone took the time to create these magnificent mosaic pictures of Christ.