Dodmoor House was the place to be for the marriage of Nathalie and Mark. It’s a fantastic venue – don’t delay to avoid disappointment – that even the damp British summer couldn’t affect. En effet, il pleuvait comme une vache qui pisse! We had surprises galore, several songs, a game of Mr. & Mrs. and there was entente cordiale all over the place as half the assembled guests were, and still are, French (see above for some bad French). D’accord, allons y!
Nathalie’s sister arranged a surprise slideshow which got some great reactions.
This was Mark’s reaction to a pic of him in a Hooters bar… apparently, i didn’t look.
It’s a charming French tradition that the bride has a waltz with her father before the first dance.