It was getting dusk in Taormina. Outside the church a fabulously elegant crowd was waiting; men in crisp dinner jackets and women in expensive full length dresses. The strange thing to us was that a significant number of the women were dressed in black, but apparently in Sicily that’s quite normal.
Then the square went quiet and the photographers pointed their cameras up the hill.
The bride was arriving.
It was a pleasure to watch a daughter and her father walk into the church together. Such a special day for both of them.
One day, one church, one wedding. A scene repeated all around the world.
Our Middle Aged Gap Year 