Through a narrow alleyway, between an excellent gelateria and a delicatessen, there was another piazza. backed by an ornate war memorial. I noticed the forgotten but familiar hard stare of local people which initially seems a little hostile. It isn't, though. Smile and say "Buorngiorno" and you receive a friendly response. I can't recall where I first came across this subtle difference of behaviour - but I did remember not to get paranoid!
There is no escaping that the town is atop a hill - everthing slopes either up or down!
Not surpringly, I experienced architectural echoes of both Venice and Florence despite the differences.
And there was evidence that this was once a walled town, with gated access - or possibly two walled towns, now joined together by the slaying of a dragon by the redoubtable local saint, S. Leucio.
But the rugged countryside is never far away in this region, even by the modern town library:-
Outside the library was where we found this modern homage to the squid.
Medieval and modern lie almost side by side in Atessa.
And always more steps to climb, another corner to turn to discover another secret place.
At the top of the road opens another piazza, the church basking in the sunshine.
At the top of the hill was also a palazzo, its open door and arched hallway inviting the curious (me!).
While its windows were ornately barred.
So, back down the hill to this quatrefoiled building, which would not look out of place in Venice.
The street lights came on
And the sun set on the first full day of our holiday.