The plan was perfect.
The execution, like clockwork.
Stop by the ATM. Check.
Cross the main avenue. Check.
Head out of town. Check.
Pass under the highway. Check.
Approach the cemetery from behind. Check.
Walk up to Chiesa San Salvatore. Cross-checked.

So, we head back to town.
Walk to the market. Closed another half-hour.
Pass the wait with a Gelato. Check.
Sit in the park, waiting for the market to open. Check.
Walk over to check the market. Check (obviously).
Strangers with keys are opening the doors. Check.
Backtrack to the park, letting them get settled. Check.
Head back to the market, just as they are locking up. Cross-checked.