03 May 2011

le marriage

While the world was going slightly bonkers in expectation of a certain wedding, we made our way to France to participate in a real one.  The bride and groom, who live a five minute walk away, decided to eschew the delights of Mile End and opted instead for a garden in a pretty little village in the Lot valley in France.  I was dubious.  I should not have been.  It was a simple ceremony, the bride looked beautiful, I shed a tear, the best man wept buckets. and everything went like clockwork.  The sun shone and the thunder only arrived when we were safely tucked inside the marquee full of fancy cakes and champagne.  The next day we walked in the woods, saw fields full of wild flowers and heard the bride declare herself to be "very, very happy".  It was all rather lovely.

Back home, sated, I put up my bunting for the other wedding:

But after hearing all that lovely music and feeling like an old curmudgeon I eventually relented - and added an "a".


Kate said...

Your real wedding looked lovely and - being a curmudgeon myself where slavish cooing over the pointless spectacle of monarchy is concerned - am a massive fan of your jolly republican bunting. Huzzah!

Have you acquired a new camera, then? I was thinking just yesterday how much I was missing your posts.

Rattling On said...

I thought the Royal shindig was quite restrained and felt a bit sorry for Kate. She couldn't choose France or anywhere else except the abbey, and probably got little choice over anything but her dress!
I love the idea of you embroidering your alternative bunting... then giving in!

colleen said...

Yes! There is a new camera, at last. A conservative, affordable choice, same make as last one (Fujifilm). Am hoping to be more adventurous next time round. I've learnt too how much the visual actually inspires me, so hopefully I will be a bit more disciplined about my posting again.

Anonymous said...

Very funny to be watching the wedding on the telly here with a nine year old who didn't even know that there was a Princess Diana, let alone that she died in a car crash. And having to explain that no, Rowan Williams is not the Pope, and that the Pontiff was unlikely to show up at the wedding of the future head of the Church of England. I thought they'd absorbed the rough details of the Reformation from watching Horrible Histories but clearly not. Great weekend for pomp though - the beatification of JPII was quite a spectacle.


colleen said...

Thankfully all I saw of the beatification was a silk curtain being raised on a picture of JPii.

Craggy Island came to mind, but don't tell my mum I said that.

Liz said...

I knew the music would set me blubbing and, as soon as I heard the opening bars of Parry's "I was glad", I was off.
Love your show of indifference, however shortlived.

60 going on 16 said...

Wedding French style sounded pretty well perfect. But agree that only the hardest hearts could remain unmoved by last Friday's music.

There was a very good piece by normblog over at http://normblog.typepad.com/normblog/2011/04/enjoying-the-wedding-no-buts.html arguing that it was perfectly acceptable to be a republican AND to have enjoyed last Friday's wedding. Phew, that's alright then; street cred not blown.

Enjoy the new camera . . . and please keep posting the results.

Anonymous said...

Colleen, you mean you didn't see the nun processing with the vial of JPII's blood in an ornate reliquary? It was so medieval - like something from the British museum's current exhibition (which I haven't seen). And 60 going on 16 I did my PhD in Norman Geras's (normblog) department. He is a lovely man, devoted to his wife and grown up daughters and grandchildren and so I was not surprised that he enjoyed the wedding!

Best wishes,


Esther Montgomery said...

Seems fair. Nearly all the fashionable people in France want to get married in Victoria Park.


shandy said...

I miss your entries on places you have been.