White Wedding

It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a white wedding.
It's a nice day to start again.

5.30am on the Gatwick airport bus and we met the bride-to-be. No idea what his name was but he was on his way to Cologne with his mates for his stag weekend! It was quite funny: the bus was packed and his mates were all dressed like the chap on the left. No one said a word, just as if this was normal. I burst out laughing, took his picture and asked him where he was going.

We arrived safely in Nice and were met by our friends and whisked back to their apartment in Menton. Blobbed on the balcony for a bit and then went for a walk up to the Italian border just up the road.

We hit the town this evening and I hit the gin fizzes during happy hour!