I'm emerging, slit-eyed and slightly dyspeptic, from a weekend-long party to celebrate the 50th birthdays of Giuseppe and one of my oldest friends, Janet. We had people from all over, from Bulgaria to Bristol to Arizona to Cologne, as well as the length and breadth of Italy. We ate and drank and danced, and then did it all again. We were legion, and very noisy. The police closed us down. It was an occasion of, and for, excess and affection and I couldn't have been happier or more grateful (and it wasn't even my party!). Thank you. You know who you are.
I'll be posting photos over the next few days. In the meantime, this is a pre-party shot of the living room.