Last fall, in the afterglow of the Spoleto Festival’s 50th Anniversary, we counted the lune bianche of celebration installed around the town.

The first time out this spring, we were counting on supplying the first round of our daily bread at a favorite frutta e verdura shop.

Only it was closed, perhaps for good. And as our day of transition dragged on, “Affittasi” signs on familiar haunts kept showing up everywhere.

Late this evening, on our way home along Via del Mercado, we came across an unknown Italian word attached to a no less puzzling art series.

Dumb struck by the sense of losses all over, we can’t help but think someone had the bright idea to cover up empty window fronts with temporary decorations.

Yet (thanks to Google translate), it turns out “Urban Screens” may prove to be just another case of a hill town’s penchant for art in its midst.