This morning was quiet, the table outside was prepared breakfast for the first guests standing to enjoy the first rays of sun. One could hear the sound of the spreading knife of homemade jam on the French crisp and fresh bread. The smell of hot coffee scented the air of the outdoor terrace.
Read MoreIt was market day that morning, the village of Lourmarin was buzzing. Impossible to imagine that it was preparing at the same time the Carolina and Joao's wedding, in the heart of this crowd. After having passed all the obstacles of our road, I arrived in front of a big and heavy wrought iron door of Le Galinier. I could hear the sounds of the market moving behind me and the melody of the musicians who were rehearsing their Brazilian song in acoustics to take place. We had arrived at Carolina and Joao’s romantic wedding in Provence.
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