the wedding

I’ve been wanting to write about the French wedding that we stumbled upon during our “Tour de France” but I was waiting for Ginny’s pictures to arrive - she took some good ones. We were walking around Paris near the Parthenon and saw the wedding party exiting the church and so I sat down in a spot nearby and just watched.

My observations:

- we were in the land of 4 kisses – in Lyon it is only 2 (one per cheek) and when we were in south-central France last summer, the number of kisses was 3 – it’s all still a mystery to me!

- many of the women at the wedding wore beautiful hats! What a sight to see! And of course, the clothing was tres chic!

- the bride wore a mini-skirt wedding dress – only in Paris!! and her boots were made of peau de soie fabric.

- as the guests stood on the church steps for a picture, there was no, “say cheese!”. Instead, they all shouted in unison, “quatorze, quinze seize” (fourteen, fifteen, sixteen)

- a Smart car, wrapped in a big tulle bow sat outside the church for the bride and groom. They left in that car.