Marriage on a giant catamaran between Port Grimaud and Saint-Tropez
A few days after the memorable wedding at the Chateau de la Messardière in Katharina and Philip I am back in Saint-Tropez as a photographer of a new marriage. This time it is a very different ceremony since the fifty guests mainly come from France and the United States is invited aboard a catamaran. Everyone is at the harbor master's office in Port Grimaud for a rather folkloric and good-natured embarkation, despite a rather long delay in the giant sailing ship that had just lost its anchor in the bay of Saint-Tropez.
Scarcely aboard the boat the guests no doubt well briefed tackle the decoration of the place. Many garlands made of flowers, starfish, various pebbles and pebbles are thus arranged almost everywhere along the bulwarks.
Then as the ship moves away gradually to reach the high seas by gradually gaining speed, everyone begins to change in a very nice hubbub. The bride and bridegroom Élodie and Paul freshly disembarked from New York to separate each one in their corner the wishes they will pronounce later.
Élodie and her two sisters, as well as a few friends, put on their make-up and make-up in the main cabin in a charming cacophony. Meanwhile the boys are already at the aperitif, served by the excellent team of Team Yachting for whom this kind of events seems obviously current madness.
It is also Romain the boss of this team that will officiate just now. He is present in his little shoes and revises his text several times.
And here is the long awaited moment. The guests are all grouped on the upper deck, equipped with a debauch of cameras and microscopic cameras and wait for the outstretched arms, one eye closed, one eye open, not to miss the picture of the day when Élodie and her Papa will appear at the top of the edge scale.
Paul hides his emotion by a series of bursts of laughter a little bit forced. His witness tries to relax him by a few jokes he hardly hears.
In the end Romain will not be deceived once. And his text seems to have much more to the bride and groom than to the audience since they all laugh heartily throughout the ceremony.
After a few toasts, a few speeches, a lot of laughter, a few tears and a lot of embraces, everyone goes to the table in an indescribable mob. It must be said that it is not always easy to move to 40 on a sailboat as big as this one.
During the meal the skipper took us to the beaches of Pampelonne. Behind, at the top of the hill, I showed Elodie the top of the Chateau de la Messardiere, which one sees among the pines.
The sailboat's lack of anchor has docked at its sister ship and as divers try to get it back to the bottom of the water, the wedding throws itself into the water as one man, the guests first , The married then in form for Paul of a perilous jump returned from the forecastle.
All these problems of anchor made us take quite a lot of delay on the planned schedule and it is in zodiac that I have to join Port-Grimaud. The sea is not badly formed and the numerous wakes of the boats cruising in the bay shake the boat strongly.
So it is completely exhausted that I recover my car in the parking lot to take the road towards Mougins where I am expected for a birthday in the Russian community.