There are few things in life I enjoy more than nosying in on others people’s weddings. Lazy Sunday mornings are often spent flicking through other people’s friends Facebook or Instagram pics- I absolutely LOVE it. What they wore, what they ate… And I’ve just come back from, perhaps the best wedding I have ever been to. If you’re into this sort of chat then settle in because wow- it was a stunner.
A short Ryanair hop and there we were in the south west of France- that familiar waft of excitement as the plane doors opened. And within 2 hours we were sat in a tiny traditional bistro with 2 glasses of red wine teetering on the edge of a zinc table, as a jazz singer lulled us into devouring a plate of burrata with truffle. Because here the pressure is off. Unlike Paris there is no ‘having’ to go to galleries or monuments or ‘sights’ - nope. Here, you can have a weekend of breezing between eateries, wineries and dawdling.