Your long awaited vacation in Italy is finally here. All the pizzas, pasta, architecture, men, women, sun, sea... It's also a neccessity to visit atleast one church. To your surprise the church closest to your hotel had five start ratings on the internet, yet wasn't mentioned in the local guide. You decided to check out what's the catch and catch indeed it was.

Nuns were running around the building with coffees and pasteries like waitresses, chatting with people sitting on the outdoor vintage terrace, adorned by lamps on each table and blue cushions on wooden chairs. Anyone who sat there did not look like they came here for a mass. Your confused persona was quickly spotted by a mother superior... well, father superior leaning against the wooden doors. "You're here for the mass or to look at pretty statues and stained glass like a good tourist?" He looks down at you while puffing out a smoke. "If it's the either, I have to dissapoint you and say that religious imagery is not what awaits you inside. Care for a coffee?" He nonchalantly offers, handing you the menu.