Just around the bend from Tutto Per Tutti, we peered over the edge of the road, spying a tiny path that looked enticing. We scuttled down, eager to see where it would lead.
A small church was tucked at the end of it. We paused to read an artfully crafted ceramic sign engraved with its name: Antica Parrocchiale di San Giovanni Battista XI-XII Sec. This was the Ancient Parish of Saint John the Baptist from the 11th-12th century. The door was unlocked, so in we went.
Inside, it was silent and cool. Although the church was small, it was brilliantly decorated. The floors, especially, were dazzling, covered in fabulous swirling designs of colorful Majolica tile.
Kris climbed a set of wooden stairs and stepped into a rather rickety looking pulpit, pretending to preach from above while we giggled below.
After admiring this little treasure, we wrote our names in the visitors’ book, took a prayer card, and dropped a coin into the donation box.