On December 14, my sister married Joren, the Dutchman in her life! The bliss! In France, marriages must be celebrated at City Hall (Mairie) to be valid, so they tied the knot at the Mairie of Paris's 16th arrondissement, in the very building and in the very room where my parents got married 32 years ago. This was a very small affair, with just the parents and siblings of the couple - a great party, in a Belgium castle, is scheduled for next summer.
Céline wore a beautiful BCBG dress, with black flowers embroidered on white fabric, and carried an exquisite bouquet in addition to a silver handbag that my mum bought back when she (my mum) was 15... However, she made a cultural gaffe because she wore a pearl pendant and in the Netherlands, pearls represent the bride's tears.
The dinner took place at our favorite Parisian restaurant, Le Congrès, which I blogged about here. Guests were given a choice of foie gras, raw oysters or goat cheese salad, followed by a choice of scallop risotto, lamb or duck breasts. We then went back to my parent's apartment for a pièce montée, the traditional French wedding dessert; this towering pile of cream puffs filled with delicious crème pâtissière was made by Le Nôtre, Paris's supreme pastry store.
And the champagne flowed!