nearly midday
For the second time , Monteriano must have turned her head . He was not angry with her , for he was quite indifferent to the outcome of their expedition . He was only extremely interested . It was now nearly midday , and the streets were clearing . But the intense heat had broken , and there was a pleasant suggestion of rain . The Piazza , with its three great attractions -- the Palazzo Pubblico , the Collegiate Church , and the Caffe Garibaldi : the intellect , the soul , and the body -- had never looked more charming . For a moment Philip stood in its centre , much inclined to be dreamy , and thinking how wonderful it must feel to belong to a city , however mean .