Fecamp Weddings

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

An hour later, we are atop Cap Fagnet, and there are the fancy
cars and the wedding party (meanwhile, we hear still more
blaring of horns in the town below...) 

Wedding party of the motor-cyclistes

Les anges de l'enfer readying themselves for special photo-opps

Meanwhile, wedding party #2 arrives

Thus; there is a fancy restaurant over behind the chapel

The scene composes

The bride heads over to the array of motos, her train born by
flower girls

For more photos

Thus

And thus

As we were waiting for the navette, wedding party #3 began
arriving

Thus

And thus; no motorcycles needed; as the afternoon wore down, 
we heard two more horn-honking processions in town