We arrived in Piazza del Campo right on schedule. We gave Ben the wedding rings, so that he could place them in the right spot for the wedding. He gave us Nancy's bouquet and my boutonnière, and introduced us to the videographer and photographer for the night. I was happy to find our photographer was Stafano, the photographer whose work I'd seen on Ben's ItalyWeddings.com website. I was already a big fan, and we discussed his work and what we liked.
We had found out on Wednesday that the witnesses would not be an 80- year-old couple from Siena, but we were honored to find our witnesses were to be Ben's assistent at ItalyWeddings, who we had already met and liked a lot, and Ben's wife, who we hadn't yet met, but who had beautifully handled Nancy's wedding bouquet and my boutonnière. Ben was to be the translator, and would also be reading our selected text for the wedding.
Then, we waited. And we waited.
We talked with the photographer and Ben's assistant, and Ben. Tourists and locals in the square took notice and took pictures and wished us well.
Five o'clock came and went and we waited. Then the news came that we were waiting for the official to show up. There was some discussion that things like this are often delayed in Italy, but we all started speculating that perhaps the mayor forgot, joking that he was doing some gardening in his backyard, and didn't realize the time.
By now, we really had no sense of time and were just waiting to step into the flow of the wedding & get carried away. Then word came that all was ready. We entered the town hall, turned and proceeded up a long, wide stone stairway followed by another. We entered a beutiful hall with frescoes ceilings and leaded glass windows. We were told to stop here and wait until the videographer and photographer were in place. Following the first strains of medeival harp music emanating from the wedding hall, we turned and started walking down the aisle ....
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