In the pleasant little village of Treviglio, nestled in the fertile valley between the rivers Adda and Serio, Alessandro, a weaver by trade, ambled his way past terracotta rooftops and thatched cottages. Dressed in a knee-length smock of dark blue with sandals on his feet, his face and arms were bronzed from working in the sun. He was a handsome man, muscular with curled blond hair and at thirty years old, considered unusual not to be married. He attributed this to never having met the right woman, until recently, others attributed this to his desire to play with the ladies as opposed to marry one.
The girl who was the object of his desires was named Letizia, a tanned beauty aged nineteen who was blessed with an inquisitive nature and an appetite for life. Her wavy chestnut hair and dusky
