Villa Garzoni was cradle to the writer Carlo Lorenzini, whom we all know as Collodi. His father worked to the splendid Italian garden, composed by seventeenth-century terracings, adorned with staircases and statues. We looked up to observe the four stories of the villa, cringed onto the wooded hill and so majestic to be called “the castle” by the locals. Admiring its ethereal rococo architecture, we realized that who lived there couldn’t be destined to do nothing but write marvelous fairytales.
Eternal romantics, tireless dreamers, we let the enchanting atmosphere of the villa and the park involve us. Walking among the trees, along the paths flanked by the great bronze reproductions of Pinocchio‘s characters, my wife and I became children again, and the desire of transforming our wedding day into a real life fairytale took shape in us.
“I was wearing a pointed hat and a red tunic when, at sunset, she arrived covered in a cloud of blue ribbons, surrounded by the water fountains by the splendid statues and flowers of the magnificent gardens of Villa Garzoni.”
Everything should bring our guests back to the age of innocence with their memory. After the ceremony, they let the marvelous colorful butterflies of the conservatory enchant them, being delicate bridesmaids of our union. The night’s organization provided for games and entertaining: all the fairytale’s characters were there, flesh-and-blood, ready to make them all forget their chronological age and involve them with laughters and lively balls.
The tables were laid like in a princess tale, in line with the horse-drawn carriage that leaded us to the castle. The damask tablecloths hosted centerpieces made with white candles and rose petals, crystal glasses, porcelain plates and silver cutlery. Even the menu was traditional, and stayed faithful to the ancient tastes and perfumes of Tuscan tradition.
Protagonists of a modern fairytale, we looked around us in bliss, madly in love and happy. While they enjoyed the banquet, the guests had the appearance of today princes, counts and dukes of our times. Therefore, the party favors should be at the same level. Our research was meticulous, and we moved between Florence and Pistoia, that preserve the centuries-old embroidery traditions still alive. We visited the little craft workshops, places of virtuosity that resist to the inexorable run of time, and examined elegant laces and precious fabrics, in order to choose what follows our style the most. This way, we left our friends and relatives a memory as eternal as the one we promised each other in the stupendous setting of that magical place.
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