Zydeco is bouncing off the sixteenth-century bastion behind us. Umbria Jazz is in full swing. The green and grey slope of Monte Subasio sets off the fortress above Assisi with perfect clarity. A cool, dry breeze scampers up from the valley to the south. Postcard puffy clouds drift along above.
We’ve seen the view before. It’s not new, says Jakob. He wants to go home. Wednesday he’ll get his wish.