Come è successo
Our story
A borrowed umbrella
A sudden storm in Naples, one umbrella, two strangers walking the same direction. Marco took the wet shoulder.
The little blue boat
Isabella's grandfather's gozzo, patched up over one summer. We learned to sail it badly, together.
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At the end of the pier in Positano, at seven in the evening, with gelato in hand. She didn't even let him finish the question.
Back to the terrace
The same town, the same sea — this time with everyone we love watching.