Every third building in Assisi is a church. Or was a church. For the last few nights a very small one, deconsecrated years ago, has been hosting performances by students in a master class program that brings young artists from many countries to study in Assisi. We went last night, heard some wonderful singing (remember the name Eduardo Miletti) and a few too many clarinets. I wasn't planning to go again tonight, just to head up into the piazza for some pink grapefruit gelato -- which was wonderful -- but as I and my gelato buddies were strolling aimlessly back through the cool, quiet streets we found ourselves in front of this same ex-church. The door was open, so we peeked in and found an accordion sextet about to go on. Whether these six accordion players came to Assisi separately and formed a sextet when they met, or whether they applied and got accepted as a group, I don't know, though I love the idea of the latter. In any case, they were terrific. They played Piazzolla, Bach, Brahms, and Rimsky-Korsakov. Yes they did. They looked like they were having a wonderful time. Almost as good a time as we had, standing in the doorway, our hands sticky from gelato.