June 25, 2013
The hot sun dropped and shutters banged open.
I unbolted my big green doors to bring in cool air after the torpor of the day, and a bride almost fell in.
Somehow I caught her with my camera.
He smiled. She turned.
Then the sweethearts posed for me.
I live near what Italians call a belvedere, panoramic view. So that’s why brides float around my street in June, like clouds of spun sugar against a Mediterranean sky.
PS. She’s standing up on the sidewalk; he’s down on the street.