Saturday morning in our little corner of the 6th arrondissement. The church bells are clanging as I type this. There must be a wedding in that parish. Heaven.
Off to the market in the Place Maubert, where reader DS says I can get terrific milk.
Le Samedi Matin
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6 Responses to Le Samedi Matin
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Clint says:
Look at dem pretty French flying buttresses.
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AnotherBeliever says:
Beautiful shot. Hope your day has gone well, filled with the good food and art and long history us Americans make the Euro pilgrimage for.
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nb: I should add – the Church is breaking the law if the religious ceremony takes place before the civil ceremony at city hall. Its always a sight to see wedding parties traipsing from the municipal building to a church nearby either by foot or by car (lots of honking horns in that case!)
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barleybrew says:
Beautiful.
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Charles Cosimano says:
And somewhere in that neighborhood there is a short man with a big nose sitting with a bottle of wine, muttering in that bizarre, atonal collection of sounds that the French call a language, “Oh God! There go those damned bells again!”
(I couldn’t resist it.) Enjoy your exile but please don’t forget how to write and turn into Ernest Hemmingway.
I learned thanks to my own wedding here that, in France, the civil marriage at city hall must always come before the marriage at church. Otherwise, the priest (or deacon, like in our case) risks prison! It perhaps is no longer that big a deal, but if there is a marriage at a church, it is the second part of a ceremony that has already begun at the local “mairie” (the mairie of the 6e arrondissement opens at 9am on Saturday).