The First Hello
A rainy afternoon, a shared table at Café de Flore, and a conversation that lasted until the lights came on.
Four chapters — drag to wander. From a café in Paris to olive trees at golden hour.
A rainy afternoon, a shared table at Café de Flore, and a conversation that lasted until the lights came on.
Lemons, linen, and late ferries. We learned we travel the same way — slowly, curiously.
A tiny apartment with a big window and a kitchen where we learned to make a life together.
Under olive trees at golden hour, with a ring in a pocket and the easiest yes.
A slow, sun-filled weekend — arrive early, stay late.
Garden cocktails, wood-fired bites.
Among cypress and stone. Arrive by 3:00.
Champagne, portraits, gardens.
Long tables, candlelight, Provençal feast.
Croissants, coffee, one more morning.
A 17th-century stone château among olive groves — ten minutes from Aix-en-Provence.
Château de Céleste
Route de Céleste, 13100 Aix-en-Provence
A few favorite frames — click to wander.
The ones who’ve cheered us on, held us up, and will definitely cry first.
Sister, confidante, keeper of all our secrets since 1998.
College roommate, travel partner.
Brother, best friend, and the reason we met.
Childhood friend, fellow dreamer.
Kindly respond by August 1st. We can’t wait to celebrate with you.
We’ll be in touch soon.
Your presence is the present — but if you wish to honor us, a few favorites.
September in Provence — olive trees, long tables, and everyone we love in one place.