Return to Spoleto

It's Easter Day, and we managed to mark this with a complete lack of organised religion! I now understand more viscerally why churches ring their bells. They sing their news to those who are outside their walls. All are included.
Anyway, this is what I told myself whilst I was still lying in bed this morning, long after I would have led at least three services had life been normal at the moment.
Instead, family breakfast (and the opening of Italian-style Easter eggs) was followed by a wonder back into Spoleto. Lovely as before, we headed back to the restaurant where we had eaten a couple of days ago. Working on UK eating time, we were the first customers there and were very well looked after by an English-speaking waiter. Truffle bruschetta and home-made pasta, a couple of glasses of the local wine, and a selection of puddings were all it took to satisfy us all (and access to WiFi, which also helped).
We then took another walk around the town, walking uphill to explore the amazing Ponte delle Torri, a 755 ft long and 230 ft high bridge which spans the river Tessino (a disappointing trickle of a river), which was started by the Romans.
Back to the apartment for a spot of cleaning and washing in anticipation of an early-ish start in the morning, and another seven hours of driving.
Nick