Love me in Liguria. The charm of marrying in Portofino: Castle Brown

Love me in Liguria. The charm of marrying in Portofino: Castle Brown

When I glimpse the colorful houses of Portofino in the distance, I already feel at home. Closing my eyes in the sun and breathing the smell of the sea in its Piazzetta, I see my mother’s hands again, spreading the sun protection on me carefully, my young parents sunbathing on the boat, diving with me in the open sea, in the extremely vivid colors of my childhood’s summer. I open my eyes once again and my gaze moves on the little wrinkles at the side of my mother and father’s eyes, on their marked but intense smiles, and arrives down at the sea behind us, that never ages and preserves its unaltered splendour.

Castle Brown in Portofino

Gemma wanted a summer wedding, and Portofino seemed to be the only option to us at that point. I brought her there many times in the past, to make her know the part of me she didn’t live in first person. I brought her to eat scampi in my favorite little restaurants, where the owners called me by name, we walked hand in hand  through the streets that arrived at the half-moon harbor and I kissed her sweetly, seated on the of the little port’s wall.

 

 

The night’s lights turned on one by one like the stars do, while Portofino’s life flew around us, always remaining the same, and knowing, as a beautiful lady does, that the years would only gift her with more charm.

It was summer again now in Portofino. And my memories of the city were enriched of the amazing day I was spending with whom I could finally call “my wife”. In her beauty, Gemma resembled Portofino, in the end. There was nothing exaggerated in her exquisite features, as if they were drawn, in her sof hair I liked caressing so much, in her gracious movements. Really beautiful things don’t need to show off, and that’s why I loved Portofino and her, so elegant and discrete. That day, I was so lucky to hae a priviledge view on both the things I loved most. Actually we chose the Castle Brown for its incredible overlook on the Portofino’s Piazzetta and the sunny bay, and we promised eternal love to each other right on its terrace. The enchanting smile of my wife had the most suitable background I could dream of.

Castle Brown in Portofino

When I was a child, walking through the city centre with the hazelnut ice-cream in one hand and my mother’s hand in the other, I looked up and felt like I was protected by the view of the castle on the hill’s top, so majestic wth its thick walls, silent guardian of the calm Portofino’s beauty. I almost felt its ancient, Medieval soul, and its centuries-old history of domains and military strategies. Now, protuding from its panoramic terrace, we feel the duty to mantain a marvel that appears to be so delicate and ethereal too. 

Castle Brown in PortofinoTurning, I put an arm on my wife’s shoulders and I raise the other in a toast together with our guests, who answer that with enthusiasm from the finely laid tables. The smell of fish plates that arrived, prepared by the Dao Vittorio vernissage, invite us to sit with them and enjoy the delicious food. We look at the photos of this day and they will seem surreal for their flawless beauty. But I know that we really married underneath the flower arch with the most enchanting view in the world.