Anne Marie and I were hanging out on the third floor when I heard around the corner the music of the procession. When I saw this crowd of about 40 people parade down the street, I grabbed my camera and raced down to the street.
Today the city was celebrating their patron Saint Peter. The parade was lead by small band, followed by a group of women in traditional dress, men carrying an small statue of Saint Peter, and a general crowd of locals.
I had my eye on the town beauty. I didn't know her name, but I saw her at the wine shop the other day. Slender, beautiful skin, and magnetic eyes, she carried the attention of all the men as she walked amongst the girls.