The monk police were active and I didn't take a photo of the Duke and Beatrice's funerary. Makes me want to read a bit about these folks - what with him being exiled to France.
It was 33C when visiting the monastery. Fortunately when leaving the train station about 2 km away, was picked up by a nicer person and dropped at the gates. Noon and shut until 2.30. Nearby there was an al fresco restaurant so wiled away a couple of hours with a long lunch. Who would believe a white tuna sauce over very thin sliced veal served cold would be so delicious. After the viewing walked back to the train and it was warm. At a moment of indecision at a crossroads a car stopped and pointed the shortest way to the rail station so guardian angels do exist.