Your son marries in Germany. The weather is perfect, everything is organised and now its time to go. My son paid me a visit two days ago and brought some more photos with him, so slowly I can piece the whole event together.
My son and his future wife arrive outside the church in a vintage Fiat. The son’s mother (me) and daughter-in-law’s parents are in the car behind. It was a perfect Summer’s Day, so what could possibly go wrong. It was a slow drive from the village of Burg along the River Mosel to the church in in a neighbouring village of Sprengiersbach. On the way people stopped to admire the wedding car. I remember seeing a group of bicyclists waiting on a side road and waving with their hands. It was so perfect.
After the ceremony we left for a restaurant where various cakes and pastries were offered and of course, there was the customary cutting of the cake.
As the restaurant was reserved for only our party, we remained for the rest of the day, having the meal in the evening. To pass time many of the wedding guests paid a visit to a neighbouring Kneipp pool to relax, including the bride that had to remove her shoes and lift her dress to take part. You can see from the web site what this actually is. Needless to say Mrs. Angloswiss decided not to risk this enjoyment and spent the time relaxing on the restaurant terrace. After the meal we had a band to entertain us.