A 13th century church, a 15th century castle, a mill named Martin, an old royal cannon forge and a 1952 Citroen.
Along the meanders of the lazy rivulet Bandiat, this was the picturesque scenery of a debonair wedding, taking place in two eight hundred years old neighboring villages, joined under a single name in the 19th century, Javerlhac-et-la-Chapelle-Saint-Robert.
It was a mildly traditional wedding, a bit nostalgic, très à la française, un peu à la roumaine as well, where three languages were spoken and everyone understood each other perfectly. What may have helped was also the local wine and the idyllic atmosphere of the little French village, and the total lack of internet or cell phone signal, mais ça a envoyé du pâté.
