It was time to get the glad rags out once again but while Christian could wear the same as last time, my touser suit was far too hot for 38°. So what a good job that I'd found this dress at the end of my stay in UK. As last week, the bride was lovely, the food was great and the wine flowed freely. French weddings are however, a little differnt.First there were the legalities at the Mairie, then the religious service at the church in Argelès. To everyone's surprise, there was a band waiting on the church steps as the happy couple came out. Even more surprising was the President of the Conseil Général (which is responsible for the Départment of the Pyrénées Orientales) playing the euphonium which he borrowed off its rightful owner. The band then played us back to our cars. Next came the "vin d'honneur" which was in the grounds of a local chateau where we (all and sundry) sipped champagne pepped up with lemon zest and nibbled on really scrummy canapés. From here about 70 of us (family and close friends) went back to Juste and Josephine's for a meal in the garden. No need for a marquee here. Three sheep were in the process of being spit roasted, the trees were decorated with coloured lights and the tables in a chocolate and pistachio theme. All ver pretty.We managed to keep going until 1.40am but gave up at this point while people were still at the cheese; so it was no cake for us.
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