The sun shone, and as the newly wed couple stepped out of the council chamber in our local historic town of Gubbio and into the Piazza Grande the crowds applauded. It was a simple but beautiful ceremony, the bride looking delicate as a porcelain doll, the groom suave and elegant, and their young daughter one of the angelically pretty bridesmaids, as against the backdrop of the medieval city and an azure sky cameras flashed and photographs were taken.
A lavish reception was held in a local villa resplendent in crumbling grandeur. Battered old masters reminiscent of Caravaggios lined the walls, antique tomes filled the shelves, and gargoyles looked down on the proceedings in gardens filled with overgrown cascading roses, heady scents, and magnificent trees, prosecco flowed liberally. The band played tarantellas all night and we danced until the “wee sma’ ours”
A lovely time to spend with friends made here in Umbria who are seen in the photo below taken at the reception, no thanks to Apple iPhone for the diamond eyes!
Last week I quietly celebrated six years of my moving here to Umbria, I have reflected on how my life has changed, how fortunate I am to have chosen such a beautiful place to live, to have met such wonderful, kind and helpful people, so many of whom have become real friends, on how lucky I am to be running Bellaugello Gay Guest House, to host and meet such interesting guys and help them enjoy the Umbrian experience.
Of all the places in the world I have been, here is the best, it is home, and now as my good friends Sarah and Salvatore enter married life and continue to run their gorgeous b&b their roots are more firmly fixed to the Umbrian soil, we are indeed fortunate.