“I had a dream, which was not all a dream”, Bryon wrote. While the poet spoke about darkness, I realized how the sentence was in fact suitable for the ethereal essence of Lerici and its Golfo dei Poeti too.
Breathing the pleasant smell of the bay, we suddenly knew why it had been so loved by personalities like the “English globe-trotter” and Shelley. Lerici would actually inspire anyone’s sensitivity and romanticism. While the boat was approaching the coast that day, we almost felt observed and examined by the inquiring eyes of the majestic castle up on the top of the rocky promontory, the city’s shell, difficult to penetrate. The castle, however, was kind to us, sensing our pacific intentions, and let us enter the little bay slowly, while we remained silent at the view of the city that seemed to rise from the water in front of our amazed eyes. In that exact moment, we realized that such a strong protection enclosed a beauty that was as precious as it was delicate.
Lerici stole our heart while enrapturing our senses: the view of the colored houses, perched on each other and nearly clumped, in contrast with the deep blue color of the Ligurian sea and the intense green of the nature behind, the smell of the waves caressing the crinckled shoreline, the cheerful talk of the people walking through the city centre and the light sound of the waves in the background…
The castle seemed to promise that, if we had abandoned to Lerici’s magic, it would have carefully safeguarded our love too.
Setting our wedding there was easy, once we visited Villa Marigola and its perfectly well-finished park, with the incredible glimpse of the sun-kissed gulf. Walking on tiptoes through its rooms, we felt completely seduced by its aristocratic look marvelously preserved, and we couldn’t help ourselves from identifying with the opulence of its eighteenth-century past. As history lovers ourselves, we knew that a themed wedding couldn’t find a more suitable context.
The catering presented us delicious dishes, and the tables are laid for the occasion, underneath the bright chandeliers. Our eyes sparkle thinking about the ball that is waiting for us, in the style of the aristocracy that animated those richly decorated rooms once. We will start the dance, in the big main room, twirling until our feet ask for a break. At that point, smiling at our guests, I will bring you to the great terrace on the first floor, where the Giardino degli Agrumi was once. I will pull your hair aside, like a 1700 duchess, fixing the enchanting images of that day in my mind. Then, we will remain there, holding each other, enjoying the view of the garden, adorned by marble statues and orderly hedges, while the burning sun, diving behind the gulf’s islands, will say goodbye to Lerici, calm and graceful witness of our most beautiful day.