June walked through the sandstone arches into the small cobbled courtyard. Setting her suitcase down, she looked around, but she was alone.
Walking over to what looked like a restaurant, she peered in through the glass door.
In the gloom behind it she could see rows of tables, neatly set with wine glasses and cutlery, but not a single other soul.
Hanging just inside the door a small sign declared… Chiusa.
Closed. At least her 214-day streak on her Learn Italian app hadn’t been wasted. Apart from a couple of nervous-looking cats skulking at the edge of the little square, the whole place was completely deserted. The only sound was the twittering of birds as they wheeled around above her head.
Sitting down on the marble steps in front of the door, she reached into her bag for the plastic pocket containing her travel documents – passport,
