We went for an ice cream in our main square, opposite the Duomo, and it was full of wedding guests. Everyone was awaiting the arrival of the bridal party. The groom and his mother were at the door, and he was holding the bride’s bouquet in readiness to greet his bride and her father.
When she arrived in a lovely old Bentley (shame about the Firestone white-wall tyres) the priest came out to usher all the guests in. Apparently this habit of guests loitering outside to see the bride arrive is a new phenomena and frowned upon by the older generation. The groom then enetered the church, accompanying his mother and finally the bride made her entrance. And they all lived happily ever after!