Capella di Vitaleta

Artists arriving in Pienza

This morning Maurice found the butter dish on the floor.  He said the butter looked like it had been…licked.  Surely it wasn’t knocked off the counter by the giant bug I found in the bathroom, which must have gotten in because we forgot to close the big stairway window after we tried to let more air in last night.  Did Wilma get in here?  She couldn’t possibly have jumped in the second story window.  I heard her meowing plaintively in the middle of the night and thought she must be just outside our bedroom window.  Keep reading