For various, multiple, unfortunately unavoidable reasons, Angela had to buy her wedding dress when she arrived in Florence, 2 days before her wedding.

Add it to the list of things I never thought I would get to experience :

Picking up a wedding dress in a tiny little couture bridal shop in Florence, where the bride is fitted by the designer and the only other employee is the designer’s little Italian mother who doesn’t speak a word of English.

Awesome.

Plus : at least once every wedding I try to take a self-portrait.

For fun.