Italy was certainly a change from England, the streets weren’t so busy and the buildings had seemed much more intricate.

Gregory had decided to walk the empty streets on his own, not straying too far from his hotel and he had looked to the nuns, beggars and most people with a disapproving glance. He didn’t believe in God but Italy seemed to be heavy on that.

In his trance he’d walked into someone. “Shit” He managed in an angered tone almost as if it wasn’t his fault the collision occurred.