When Riccardo Bestetti was in Amsterdam last time for a trunkshow I gave my brother a pair of bespoke shoes for his birthday. The fitting was supposed to be yesterday. But we couldn't meet Riccardo at the show. So he was on his way to my house. Like a good Italian he called me when he was 40 minutes late. The person who was driving him had a flat tire. They were waiting at a petrol station nearby. So... We just had my brothers fitting right there: Keep us posted Roy. I have always liked your Bestetti shoes...and you keeping us updated.