wedding photographer in certaldo

The house of a poet

Wedding Photographer in Certaldo

 

Certaldo is the name of a small village in the middle of Tuscany.

It is the birthplace of a great poet who built the history of the italian language. Il Signor Boccaccio….

Around there are vineyards and olive trees fields until your eyes can see.

Jason and Monique came all the way from Australia to see this magical place, to say “I do” under the ancient fresco ceiling.

Bewerbungsfotos Wien 16:30 December 1, 2016 Reply
Nice photography and beautiful pictures.

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