The Masseria Brancati in Ostuni, Puglia was absolutely beautiful. It was a scorching hot day with clear blue skies and I managed to walk around and take a few photos before we started filming.
We were down this little alleyway, trying to film a small piece, but mopeds and vespas kept driving past and we had to keep starting again. Nice little old ladies making pasta in their doorways looked out and said hello to us, curious as to where we were from.
Now, I was holding Gino's other shirt on a coat hanger (he changed in between filming to keep the 'work' shirt clean) as well as my make up bags. For a moment I needed to use my hands and I hung Ginos shirt on that little wire sticking out of the drainpipe next to Gino in the photo below. While I was powdering his forehead the sound guy moved the shirt as it was in shot. I was then sent further down the alleyway to stop traffic so they could get a clean take and off I went without the shirt.
Half an hour later in an adjacent alleyway I suddenly realize I was not holding Ginos shirt anymore! Guglielmo, (the runner whose name none of the English could pronounce so he became known as Google to all) and I dashed back to where we left it but it was gone. Google remembered the sound guy moving the shirt, maybe he had it?
We ran back to where they were filming a long segment with the ladies making orrichiette. I had to wait silently until I got the sound mans attention, he finally glanced over and I mouthed "Ginos shirt?" with hand gestures. A flash of terror ran across his face and I knew he didn't have it.
I ran back to where we'd left it. I looked frantically around every corner. I tried to ask the little old ladies but they had all gone inside and didn't answer. Finally a builder who was working nearby came over and asked what I had lost. When I told him I saw a strange look flash across his face....He knows where it is, I thought. He told me to leave it with him and come back in 10 minutes...strange.
10 minutes later we had Ginos shirt back. The builder had seen the 'nice' little old lady hobble over and take the shirt as soon as we had turned our backs. It was hanging in her kitchen and when the builder went in to question her she denied all knowledge of it! Not such a nice little old lady after all..