So in love with Spoleto...

When our days have no plans, we tend to wander aimlessly around the hills above our town. It is a continuous cause for delight. As the seasons change and the environment evolves, we are constantly in awe of the beauty. It's Springtime in Spoleto.

It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems
about England in the spring were written
by poets living in Italy at the time.
-Philip Dunne

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