Château de Bagnols · France · June 2026

A long, golden day among the vines.

They met in a queue for coffee in Lyon, both reaching for the last almond croissant. Six years later, they said their vows in a vineyard an hour outside the city, under a sky that took its time turning gold.

The morning was unhurried — Camille and her sisters barefoot on cool stone floors, Théo and his father sharing a quiet glass before anyone arrived. I moved between rooms, mostly unseen, keeping the small things: a steadying hand, a held breath, a laugh that broke the nerves.

“We don't just have photographs — we have the way the whole day felt, kept forever.”

The ceremony was held between two rows of old vines, guests fanning themselves with programmes, the officiant's words carried off on a warm breeze. When they kissed, the whole field seemed to exhale.