I usually rebel against going back to East France (been there done that, ate the cheese, let's move on), but if you throw in a wedding, especially one in a chateau, sentimental nostalgia wins out. Plus, I was introduced to lovely Lyon, during what must have been its most picturesque, beautiful day in years. Win-win-win.
Of course, the real reason we went, was to celebrate the wedding of Flo's little sister Laure to her longtime beau Martin. And these kids did good. They rented out a chateau in the countryside of Lyon, and threw an epic smackdown of a party. Perhaps they had some awesome inspiration?..
|Hello, gorgeous! Lyon's main square, where we met the wedding party.|
|Right in the feels!|
|After the ceremony, the newlyweds were treated to a performance by their guests.|
|It was a great sight to behold. People walking by stopped to listen, and even the bums lounging around on the steps of the plaza joined in to round out the chorus.|
|Post-ceremony cocktails at the bar nearby, with the lead vocalist.|
There was a big family dinner at the Chateau that first night, which I missed, because I am weak, and the jetlag had gotten the best of me. In the morning, after 12 hours of hibernation, I rejoined the living, and went out to explore the castle and festivities preparations.
|Ethereal hazy light in early morning.|
|mountains of amuse-bouche await the reception|
|some quirky details of Chateau Montplaisant|
|It's hard work getting ready for weddings!|
|Little Lisa is all grown up.|
|With formalities out of the way, the wedding party gets down with some ukulele tunes.|
|Then it was time for a flashmob. Obviously.|
|...followed by toasts|
|...whatever he said...|
|...the time-honored tradition of getting up on chairs and yelling...|
|...the venerated practice of retaliating in kind...|
|...unexpectedly beautiful long exposure fails...|
|Cakes, fire, and cakes on fire!|
|Mother of the bride, manning that all-important bacon station.|
It's been a long time since we've been to a wedding as fun, and as full of heart, as this one. If anyone wants to drag me back to East France, all they have to do is get married in a castle.
|How I felt at the end of the weekend.|
Not a bad weekend, I must confess. And Sunday afternoon had that glorious slow, lazy quality that goes so well with sunlit patios and cappuccinos. I do wish we had a bit more time to explore Lyon, but, we had a flight to catch. On to Barcelona!