We were hoping to go to the top of a hill outside of Florence to hear the monks chanting at the evening vespers. An Italian friend, Domenico, said he too had always wanted to go there. So, off we went by taxi. When we arrived we found that we were an hour early for the singing, but just in time for evening mass. Now Domenico and I were fine with that and entered the great church (8th to 12th Century) and descended to a room under the high altar where mass was being said. Marietta and a couple of folks from Santa Fe New Mexico that we had met went around taking pictures outside. You see them below. Domenico and I worshipped with the service being in Latin and Italian -- I only understood half of it and Domenico understood the other half. The others worshipped outside in the grand Italian dusk.
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