I seem to be adding to my genre studies on this trip. Flight flicks, e.g., as a quasi-alchemy of the transatlantic. Or today, the faux fresco outside the Info Center in Foligno. Not a discovery: I’ve shot these tricks before. But with renewed intensity: ever since we witnessed the deterioration on the walls of of the Church of Saints John and Paul.

And so, two reminders and an addition:

Plus, a few from the Chiesa dei SS. Giovanni e Paolo (actually, but one for now):