In the Monk House

After a mid afternoon nanna nap we headed out to walk up the hill to the monastery where Benedictine Monks work their enterprising skills with their "mass" production of  cookies and olive oil.  We strolled across the river... via the bridge ... and walked up the hill to the Monkhouse smashing out 30+ flights of stairs according to my Fitbit.

Whist in the Monastery Shop one of the monks came in dispairing  of the behaviour of tourists with their cameras having the audacity to take snaps in inappropriate places. As he ranted to the woman behind the counter I resisted the urge to take his photo... somehow.

The shop sells all manner of  monk-made cookies, cake and momentos. I was disappointed that there were no Monk House Tour T-Shirts for sale. 

Sadly miracles are not for sale, but instead one can attend a service complete with singing that is somehow associated with miracles. So indeed we popped in for a bit, marvelling at yet another amazing piece of architecture and associated artwork... and of course, the experience was en-chant-ing. Bazinga!

The views of Firenze from their front door is rather splendid.