Our apartment in Tuscany contained many books left behind, I assumed, by previous residents. Terry pointed out a chapter in Frances Mayes book, “Bella Tuscany, the Sweet Life in Italy” entitled Breathing Art. It is the perfect description. She talks about how a child in Italy might be found kicking a soccer ball against the 500 year old wall of a Basilica. Art is everywhere.
I found I was breathing art the entire time I was there.
A wall in San Gimignano had niches of art (with explanations about their symbolism).