The energetic yet soft chirps of swallows fill the air as they dart, in frenetic back and forths, across the rooftop of the Teatro Cucinelli. The olive trees contribute a slight rustle as a gentle breeze blows over the hilltop, and the sound of a Vespa grumbling floats up from the road in the Umbrian valley below.

The light chatter of two friends, catching up over a glass of wine, in the Piazzetta can be heard, though the words themselves cannot be made out. A church bell rings and echoes across the cobblestoned streets.