Then, approaching her I asked: “was he your grand father?”

“Yes” she replied…..“He was my grand father, my friend, my lover AND my husband……I bring six red roses to his gravesite every year on this date to commemorate the years we spent together ….And  I  bring Giovanni the third here quite often too, to pay respects  to his father.”

Well….needless to say I was amazed at what I’d just heard and you can just imagine my stunned surprise at the  incredible story she then  told me of how they’d first met.

I must have asked her a thousand questions….

When I was done, I had enough information to write the story you have just read.