wedding

Sunday, so headed up for Mass at Fabrica di Roma to find that there was a wedding during the regular Mass. So we hung about, like a lot of other people, for a good nosy. As Daniela (the bride, as I was told) arrived there was none of the air of desperate perfection that British weddings seem to aim for, just more noisy chaos, cheering and clapping, kissing and arguments. Congrazulationi matrimonali, Michi e Daniela!