Last night Barb and I went for a late-night stroll. Yesterday was the Feast of the Assumption, a festive night in Assisi. The restaurants have fancy menus, and folks hang out, stroll, eat, drink, get into a good mood. Of course, most of the summer, folks are in the streets late, in a good mood; but last night was party time. We followed the sounds of an enthusiastic and pretty bad band down an alley to a courtyard, where civilians of all ages were gettin' down with a bunch of monks and nuns. I'm saying, they did the twist, the nuns tangoed with each other, they made a conga line (monks in front, civilians in the middle, nuns bringing up the rear) and conga'ed the house down. Woo-hoo!