Here it is. The unveiling of the toe. I could have snapped a beauty just we we hopped out of the sea, but had I put this blog before the stemming of my Gemmola’s gushing toe I would be a single man today.
Gemmola’s pretty dress hangs in the breeze of the olive grove as we prepare to get to the Salle de Marriage.
Martina’s new wedding shoes are… original, shall we say.
Hey Marti, fly me over, and I will remove the stitches for you free of charge! x