Homemade San Lorenzo night

I spent yesterday night 2 miles from my new home, near San Lorenzo Church. There, during the 10th of August, to celebrate falling stars, a rural feast takes place for years.
Before the party, during the sunset, I visit the little cemetery I love so much: it’s on a hill, a column made of red bricks stays at the beginning of the path, and cypresses are all around. The evening August light delights me, and unexpectedly, someone takes a click of my back…
Sooner or later I’ll post the pictures of all the little columns along the road to my house: I think they are so beautiful and fascinating, each one different from the other, and they are really a lot!

Sun sets down, and party is funny: I meet different people I know (absurd!) and food is very good…then, back in the garden, 15 falling stars!