These two old coots were just sitting on a bench, glaring at the American tourists running around taking pictures of the church in their town square. Susan was making sketches in a little sketchbook she had and went up with a big smile and asked the scowling guys to sign the little sketch she made of them. The guy in the red hat gave her a big smile back and a long, long story in Italian. He was probably trying to hit on her. They both VERY laboriously signed their names on the sketch.
The town? Beats me. A long, dusty two-hour bus ride up into the mountains. Not very many tourists in the area at all. The next page in Susan's sketchbook said "Piazza San Paolo" so maybe that was it.