We were sitting by the ruins of the ducal palace, listening to
the peeling of the abbatiale bells, when up rides a noisy motocycle
gang and arrays itself about the church doors; les anges de l'enfer,
I am thinking, and I set the camera to video in order to capture
the impending shoot-out; more charitably, as always, Vicki opines
that it is probably a mass blessing of motorcycles; such things
do occur, she assures me; later, a limo and some fancy cars arrive
at the Mairie around the corner; still later, as we're riding around
in the navette, we hear the wild honking of horns in the traffic
(everybody joins in) and are passed by the wedding party, the
motorcade led by the motos |
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Who knew July was France's wedding month?
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