This weekend, the house at Mandrione was positively sparkling with various and sundry members of the Gay Mafia in from the far-flung corners of Europe… and snails.
Mr. Apricot arrived bearing pizza, kisses and trashy pop music on his iPod:
Top row with sausage. Second row with cherry tomatoes. Third row with mushrooms and cream. Right side, tomato pie (hi dad!).
Giovanni arrived bearing Prosecco for one and all:
And he also brought, in a small red box, the strangest little visitors; they played in the garden ledge on the terrace, next to where I was working:
They’re totally hugging. How cute is that?
While the Gay Mafia played a heated game of Burraco inside:
Marco looking closely at his opponents’ cards before discarding
while Giovanni does his intimidation-by-smoking trick.
Marco showing his playing partner that he only has two cards left, and not to do something rash.
Sandro apoplectic that Giovanni just discarded his last card, thus ending the game. But, Sandro has an iPhone, so it’s incomprehensible to me that he should be unhappy – ever.