A Some-Sort-of-Moon...

This is supposed to be Arthur and Guinevere at their wedding in Canterbury Cathedral. Oh my.  Can you imagine what kind of production that could have been? And if the same were to take place in the present age, what in the world would that look like?

I'm beginning to think that, in addtion to a honeymoon for the bride and groom, there should be some-sort-of -moon for all of the rest of the wedding party, parents, grandparents, and so on.  There should be a time to sit back and relish the event, but to also totally recover physically and emotionally. It has been a strange feeling to come down off of the remarkable high produced by that lovely event, and then be whisked right into the everyday goings-on of the world.  Even had I taken an extra day that was strongly suggested by our very wise matron of honor of the day, I'm not sure that that would have been enough of a cushion.  I am in way whatsoever complaining about this phenomenon.  I'm just sort of turning it over in my head and reflecting on it. Maybe it's a this-is-the-first-time-you-have-married-off-one-of-your-dear-children things.  Something to be noticed.  A reality that comes home.  I don't know.

Arthur and Gwen.  Canterbury Cathedral.  Hmmm. I'm glad I didn't have to find enough roses to pave the way for their feet on that one.  Or embroider garments. Or put laces around the bride's hair.  I'll bet the stained glass was spectacular, however.