Marianne didn't say much, but she looked on approvingly.
It was of necessity a small, select gathering; it really had to be all or (nearly) nothing, since all would probably have meant most of the performing arts scene of the département plus the groom's extended family and amounted to a sizeable percentage of the population of Côtes d'Armor. We blagged an invite on the grounds of long acquaintance which got me a position as a witness.
We had to tie crepe ribbon on our nice new car (phew, respectability at last, and we put it through the car wash...)
and adjourned to a very swish and friendly restaurant, Les 3 Lunes, in Dinan (no link, website doesn't seem to be up and running yet...).
It had a little garden out the back just for us for the day, and I was delighted to note this contained a box elder tree! Tucked in a corner against the fence, just like my original one, and offering a pleasant shade.
Many games of Pass the Baby were played.
(What did babies eat before there was apple compote, I often wonder. It seems to be the staple diet of babies...)
But the restaurant cat helped to distract him momentarily.
Afterwards we were joined in the garden for coffee by the restaurant dog, who greeted us all as long-lost and much-loved friends, and helped Pascal's dad out with his macaroons.
All in all, a splendid day with much to celebrate and congratulate, and many thanks to them for letting us be part of it.
We took an enormous number of photos, and probably bugged everyone half to death in doing so, of which most of those shown here are the rejects, so I've a vast editing task on my hands to get a selection into some kind of shape to put into a book for them. This is really taking up most of my computer time, since the weather is currently too damn nice to be spending too much time indoors in front of the screen. So please any scarcity of presence!