It's always weird when your best friend, the one you grew up with, finally gets married. And it only gets weirder when you're asked to join the bridal parade through the overcrowded streets of Milan under the eyes of a thousand astonished yet amused tourists.
And suddenly you find yourself on the top of the Duomo - in high heels - in one of the hottest day of the year, wishing every step to be the last (which, of course, isn't). Only a mint flavoured granita prevented us to die by severe dehydration.
Can you imagine just how glad we were when we moved to a beautiful country estate called Villa Zanchi where the wedding party took place. The buffet, acres of green, a string quartet and a very unfriendly duck set the scene for a lovely evening and an unforgettable week-end.