Two tourists walk into a square. (There is no punch line to follow.)

All Spoleto stands before them, with Rebecca and I trailing behind.

They stop, momentarily, in front of Chiesa di S. Gregorio Maggiore.

Nothing about the little church imposes its will upon their innocence.

Reluctant to impose, we too pass on without passing on our prejudice.

(Though truth be told, Spoleto ranks it in their Short Trekking Top 10.)

And who knows? Maybe they came back, after all, to gaze in wonder.

As have we, as we always do, when in search of solemn peace and quiet.

May these images ease the burden of not imposing (about the unimposing.)

Saved for a later shoot: the darker, smaller spot of a previous incarnation.