13/09/2005
Greek wedding...
The first thing to say is that churches on Kefalonia are like tiny gems, each one different, and each one beautiful in its own way.
Small and exquisite like a wedding cake, or elegantly simple I was constantly turning my head as we drove around the island to admire the imaginitive architecture.
Much of the southern part of the island was destroyed by an earthquake in 1953 and so the buildings are for the most part new. In the north the architecture is reminiscent of Venice- a mark of the Italian influence on this Greek island...
The square in which I was sitting was small and gracious with white marble tiling in front of the church. Steps led up to a terrace in front of the entrance to the church and at the foot of the steps a crowd of wedding guests gathered.
There was the usual jousting amongst the many women present as they preened and admired each other's outfits- which were in every dramatic shade and shape under the sun. Glamour is something that seems to thrive in Greece beneath a beating sun...
Even though there were several very beautiful young women I think the prize went to an older woman dressed in a loose-fitting ankle length dress in a bronze chiffon with a simple jacket made from the same fabric. The chiffon moved as she moved and fluttered in the light breeze... and with her neatly coiffed bronze hair she looked extremely chic.
Then suddenly a tall bronzed adonis appeared from the church accompanied by an older woman beautifully attired in a dark green chiffon ensemble.
This was the groom and his mother, I learned. (I'd muscled in and joined the wedding guests at this point! Anything to get photographs for you, my friends!)
The crowd applauded the groom and his mother as if to say, 'Thank goodness he turned up!'
Suddenly there was a blaring of horns which didn't stop until the wedding car swooshed to a halt just outside the square... not content with that, it drove straight up to the church, horn still blaring. It was magnificently dressed with a satin bow and a multitude of pink and white roses... I shall ask my wonderful helpers to uplift the photograph onto Access Romance later today so you can see.
Out of this stepped a Cinderella of a bride... blonde, beautiful, young... (pause for collective sigh)
The groom met her on the steps and handed her a bouquet of pink and white roses and after numerous photographs and good wishes from the crowd they processed together into the church with the gaily dressed band of friends and family crowding after them...
Aaaaah...
Sure this wonderful scene will find its way into one of my books! I shall never forget it, and consider myself fortunate to have shared a tiny portion of this happy day-and for somehow managing to be at the right place at the right time, for once!
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
Small and exquisite like a wedding cake, or elegantly simple I was constantly turning my head as we drove around the island to admire the imaginitive architecture.
Much of the southern part of the island was destroyed by an earthquake in 1953 and so the buildings are for the most part new. In the north the architecture is reminiscent of Venice- a mark of the Italian influence on this Greek island...
The square in which I was sitting was small and gracious with white marble tiling in front of the church. Steps led up to a terrace in front of the entrance to the church and at the foot of the steps a crowd of wedding guests gathered.
There was the usual jousting amongst the many women present as they preened and admired each other's outfits- which were in every dramatic shade and shape under the sun. Glamour is something that seems to thrive in Greece beneath a beating sun...
Even though there were several very beautiful young women I think the prize went to an older woman dressed in a loose-fitting ankle length dress in a bronze chiffon with a simple jacket made from the same fabric. The chiffon moved as she moved and fluttered in the light breeze... and with her neatly coiffed bronze hair she looked extremely chic.
Then suddenly a tall bronzed adonis appeared from the church accompanied by an older woman beautifully attired in a dark green chiffon ensemble.
This was the groom and his mother, I learned. (I'd muscled in and joined the wedding guests at this point! Anything to get photographs for you, my friends!)
The crowd applauded the groom and his mother as if to say, 'Thank goodness he turned up!'
Suddenly there was a blaring of horns which didn't stop until the wedding car swooshed to a halt just outside the square... not content with that, it drove straight up to the church, horn still blaring. It was magnificently dressed with a satin bow and a multitude of pink and white roses... I shall ask my wonderful helpers to uplift the photograph onto Access Romance later today so you can see.
Out of this stepped a Cinderella of a bride... blonde, beautiful, young... (pause for collective sigh)
The groom met her on the steps and handed her a bouquet of pink and white roses and after numerous photographs and good wishes from the crowd they processed together into the church with the gaily dressed band of friends and family crowding after them...
Aaaaah...
Sure this wonderful scene will find its way into one of my books! I shall never forget it, and consider myself fortunate to have shared a tiny portion of this happy day-and for somehow managing to be at the right place at the right time, for once!
Love to all, and happy reading everyone!
Susan
