Vasto, September
A stone villa above the olive trees, a civil ceremony with the sea behind it, then the pier and the shore as the sky turns from pink to blue.
The weddings
A day by the sea
A room with the curtains drawn, a ceremony on the beach under a tulle canopy, the sun between two faces at the water’s edge, a party under the lights.
Two whole days, from beginning to end, in the order they happened. Then two mornings: the part where people help each other get dressed, one button at a time.
Nicola’s morning
A room, a window, two suits to button up one button at a time, and an embroidered card left on the linen where the light falls.
Andrea’s morning
A collar closed by another pair of hands, cufflinks fastened by two, and a flower pinned to the buttonhole outside, among the cypresses.
And your day?
Tell me the date and the place. I reply personally, within three hours during the Italian day, and I’ll tell you whether I’m free.