Predictably, because I wanted someone to get married on Monday so Alessandro could see a prince and a princess under the dragon, they are coming out of the commune now, holding hands and catching rice on their heads. Hang on, the husband looks like the father… maybe I cannot see right… will have to ask the dragon. Going down in a mo anyway to catch up with Marzia who is doing her mosaics exhibition but who refuses to let me do another one since I did my bird last year (am very sad that there will never be a little mongoose to go with it…).
Ale where the bride and groom are now standing, below the dragon.
Digressing. So the Fox-Principis dashed over from Ancona to spend a couple of days with us. In a mad attempt to tire Ale who had spent all morning trying to devise ways to kill himself (base-jumping from the living room window parachuteless, ingesting the cupboard key faster then Copperfield, putting wet fingers in the plug – oh no, that was Juju – the baby who never cried) we walked all the way up to Santa Margherita, with Luigi carrying the kids, the pram, the backpack, Kate and I. Then we played in the park where Kate had to be bullied off the swings by a 5-year old who had been waiting for her turn for hours.
Dinner at La Grotta passed in a flash with no baby-phone incidents and then it was already time to visit Castiglione del Lago’s castle, where Ale tried to absail down the walls without a rope before having lunch with Cristian.
Thankfully, the kids stayed alive and did not even get squashed by a Giardini lorry. So I hope they will all come back soon and stay for longer as I know there are plenty more castles to visit and dragons to seek out!
Manicure? Fox girls relaxing at a cafe in Castiglione del Lago.
Spaceship Luigi with Commander in Chief Ale by Lake Trasimeno.
Where bad kids are made into meat balls.
Green and soggy, that was Cortona after they left.
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