As I continued on across the Ponte Vecchio, spirits lifted by the presence of St. Francis, I knew that I’d see more animals, two at least, maybe three. But then they kept coming, St. Francis’ energy flowing between us. No fear, up close was safe.
Then to top it off, as I made my way to San Miniato, I noticed a church on the path. A simple church, the Church of San Salvatore al Monte, a Franciscan church, of course.