Well there's been quite a mood of expectation around here. Liz's friends who live across the road Patrick & Helene's daughter Constance was getting married on Saturday. Preparations were long and involved.
The local Church looked amazing, decorated completely with white flowers. There were some amazing outfits most of which I was too shy to photograph but I did get this shot of the most Parisienne woman I've ever seen.
All in black with dark glasses, hair in Princess Leya ear buns, smoking a long cigarette and with two tiny matching dogs
As the wedding progressed, her partner had to look after the dogs and looked mightily hot and peeved.
We hung out the window of the top house waiting for Patrick & Constance to come around the corner with the horse and carriage and finally they came. What is it about a wedding that makes you involuntarily sob? Especially at the sight of a horse and carriage. Patrick looked so proud and Constance looked like a vision of loveliness.
More sobbing as they wound their way back out of the village to Uncle Gerard's Chateau for the reception.
So.... we tried to decide whether we'd rather these two horses
or these two horses.
Over a game of Yarnuff, a bottle of wine and some steamed artichokes we decided the latter.
The local Church looked amazing, decorated completely with white flowers. There were some amazing outfits most of which I was too shy to photograph but I did get this shot of the most Parisienne woman I've ever seen. 
All in black with dark glasses, hair in Princess Leya ear buns, smoking a long cigarette and with two tiny matching dogs
As the wedding progressed, her partner had to look after the dogs and looked mightily hot and peeved.
We hung out the window of the top house waiting for Patrick & Constance to come around the corner with the horse and carriage and finally they came. What is it about a wedding that makes you involuntarily sob? Especially at the sight of a horse and carriage. Patrick looked so proud and Constance looked like a vision of loveliness.
More sobbing as they wound their way back out of the village to Uncle Gerard's Chateau for the reception.
So.... we tried to decide whether we'd rather these two horses
or these two horses.
Over a game of Yarnuff, a bottle of wine and some steamed artichokes we decided the latter.
6 comments:
I LOVE the pic of Liz(?) in rollers etc!! And, yes I would choose the bful Citroen too.. especially in pale pink. Have just caught up on a few posts. All looks fab Joey, I'm containing my envy. love to ricardo and to you as always, Mardxxxxxx
Thanks Mard. Glad you like my posts. Don't be too envious as we are here working hard as well as on holidays....Lots of love back to you too.xxxxxxx
It goes without saying that I would have the Citroen too. Its a Dyane. Any chance of bringing it home? I once stayed with a French Viscount at a house called La Salette in the Village of Cozze near to Angers. I wonder if you've been through, it was a beautiful spot and I have fond memories of the de la Rochebrochard family.
Look forward to seeing you soon,
The Rector.
Dear David, I knew I'd get a comment out of you if I could find a cute Citroen. I thought I was being clever and reffering to the 2CV but what the heck, I'm better on motorbikes than cars.
I'll try and find Cozze on our road map as it doesn't come up with google maps and will definitely bring the Dyanne home for you. Lots of love to your lovely wife and those two beautiful boys. xxx
Just to be a complete anorak, you're joke was even more clever than you thought, as the 2CV name relates to the engine, an air cooled boxer twin, designed by Walter Becchia before WW2 and hidden from the Germans. 2CV refers to the power rating of the engine for tax purposes and the Dyanne shares the engine with the original 2cv.
Am I the most tedious man on the planet?
Love from us all in distinctly Autumnal Norfolk,
The Rector.
I love it when your inner anorak comes out. Still summery here. What a shame!!!!
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