When I look back on all of the big events that have happened in the four plus years that I’ve lived in Le Petit Village, I can hardly believe it; babies being born, the death of loved ones (a bit of a downer I know, but unfortunately part of life), and weddings, lots and lots of weddings. Today I thought I’d take a look back on two weddings; The Cousin’s and Honey B’s. Both of these took place in the summer of 2010, a few months after mine, but sadly, both of these weddings resulted in marriages that are no more, so I guess I can add divorces to the list of big events. Ain’t that a kick in the teeth.
Photos or Gregory and I are very rare, hence the reason I’m including this one in this edition of behind the photos, because not only is it us, but we look pretty darn good too. Also, I’m mourning that dress. It’s been passed along to Child Bride and will not be making the journey to the States. **sniffle**
There they are, The Cousin and Mrs.Cousin in their wedding finery. This photo was taken in the mairie in some town outside Marseille where Mrs.Cousin is from (I have zero recollection of what it’s called or exactly where we were). In France you have to get married in a civil ceremony in your local town hall, and moving on to a church for a religious ceremony afterwards is entirely optional. (It was at The Cousin’s church service that I found out Gregory had almost been betrothed to a Gypsy).Â
I’ve always liked this photo; there is something ‘kids in the hall’ about it to me. Gatz, Honey B’s future (and now ex) wife, The Croupier and Bubble lined up waiting for newly married couple to make their debut.Â
Here’s me with my first French girl friends. They were so nice to me (are still) and I remember feeling incredibly happy that they accepted me and were patient with my French. Making friends in a new country can be difficult, and I struck the jackpot with these two.Â
P.S. It was REALLY windy that day.Â
At the reception, Bubble was sat at a ‘gypsy’ table, I guess because they were all single at the time. Even though Bubble was friends with them, he wasn’t friends-friends, so Gregory could tell that he was a tad uncomfortable, naturally, he decided to help him bond with them…Â
The Gypsy is a really loyal friend to Gregory and if Gregory asks him to do something, he does. In this instance, Gregory told him to whack Bubble over the head with that plate, you know, for giggles, and The Gypsy did, and sure enough, we giggled. I was curious if this kind of loyalty extended to me, since I was Gregory’s new wife, so I asked The Gypsy to do it again, and he did! It was awesome… poor Bubble.
Disclaimer: No Bubbles were harmed during the taking of this photo.
Is this not the coolest wedding car ever? Yeah, I think so too. It was for Honey B’s wedding in Carpentras.Â
And once again I got to hang with my French girls, except this time the bride changed. Not only did this wedding feature my favorite wedding car ever, it also featured one of my favorite wedding dresses.Â
I have absolutely no idea what was happening when this photo was taken or what The Croupier’s face is all about, but I don’t care… I LOVE THIS PHOTO. It makes me laugh.Â
While this was the third wedding in France I attended, it was the first where I actually managed to stay awake for the Croquembouches, the traditional French wedding dessert. This was at like 2AM. Who eats dessert at 2AM?! People at French weddings do, that’s who.Â
Bisous!
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