The date, October 3rd, was a little risky weather wise, but the young couple was eager to get married and since Felix had proposed to Marguerite, kneeling down on a beach in Cuba, last April, it seemed silly to postpone… After a civil ceremony in very trendy Cap Ferret in July, the mixed Calvinist and Catholic marriage was celebrated, in Borest, north of Paris, in the middle of the forest, on an insolently beautiful day, with blue sky and golden autumn sun.
The young couple met through Agathe, the groom’s sister, who studied at Ecole hôtelière de Lausanne with Marguerite. Thus, the organisation of the wedding had to be perfect, and parents from both families made sure to obey the bride’s every wishes during the week of preparation. Her year at running banquets for the Kempinksy hotel in Geneva, had given her a very high sense of perfection…
Dinner took place under a transparent tent built on the tennis court and dominated by magnificently lit oak trees which acted as decor, to a stage of family and close friends.
Young waiters had been selected on their good looks and pretty smiles (and were still very efficient) and wore white Indian type outfits with a red belt. The food came from Frédeville, a caterer in Tours (200 miles away) which was excellent, and each table was decorated with animals from the forest, heather, wild moss, mushrooms and trees (cut the same day), by Marianne Robic from atelier Marie Marianne.
The bride and groom had insisted on everyone wearing their own countries’ outfits, so Bavarians, Austrians, Chinese, Thais and Indians (Marguerite opened the trendy restaurant « The Pantry » in Bombay) indulged in silk and color. It was a perfect mosaic of elegant International beauties. Noone could get over how beautiful the sunset was over the lake and the very special evening organised with a sharp sense of celebration, shared by both families, was a huge spectacle.
Taittinger champagne and Fourcas-Dupré claret in magnums, were provided by cousins of the groom as was the De Dietrich car called « Lorraine ». The Oratorian priest, Père Gérard Bénéteau got on famously well with Pasteur Jean-Marie de Bourqueney who spoke brilliantly in church about Catholics and Protestants not always getting on as well as today.
Marguerite and Felix are young and delightful enough that everything seemed magical around them, and the wedding was a feast for everyone. The fathers’ speeches were short and witty, the siblings’ compliment in rime, was accompanied by British bard and actor, Orlando Seale, on the guitar. The « demoiselles d’honneur » (flower girls) Judith, Cybèle and Irène, nieces of the bride, were dressed in Zara clothes with ferns and wild flowers.
The band of eleven musicians from Versailles welcomed the couple back from church. After drinks and hors d’oeuvre on the lawn, overlooking the lake. Dinner was a casual buffet with « gigot de 7 heures », shrimps, “poulette de Racan” and a large choice of vegetables, cheeses and salad. Very modern in conception and in style. Since the bride had decided not to leave a dull moment in the evening, guests were moving around constantly, dancing twist and drinking away.
Before dessert appeared, fireworks were lit in front of the house and guests were handed golden blankets to survive the dampness of the woods. After a cheese raclette (a reference to the Swiss citizenship of the groom) was served in the early hours, dancing went on till 6.10 am when deers could still be heard rutting away. From this very wild forest, Felix and Marguerite eloped to Namibia and Bostwana, to see more wildlife, having left their cell phones behind…
What a wonderful way to start a marriage !