Today was the wedding

I have drawn a bunch of pictures from the wedding. I will lay them out and describe each one. 

Here is the pastor. He did the ceremony. He was a bit old, and couldn’t walk very well. Sometimes he talked in English, and sometimes he talked in French. He talked in English enough so I knew what was going on. 

Frank’s bride’s name is Esme. Don’t you think they look very nice together? 

After the wedding, there was the reception. Here is the guy that keeps everything organized. His paper says “guest list.” It actually said something in French, but I put “guest list” in the picture because every time somebody walked in, he would make a check mark on the paper. 

The French sure know how to make good food. They also take a long time eating it. There were five courses, each one lasted for about an hour. In this picture the Chef is serving me a chicken dish. It tasted like wine. He called it Coq au vin. Dessert was the best part. There wasn’t any cake, but a series of . . .  chocolaty things, with lots of cherries. 

Most of the people at my table didn’t speak much English, except for the girl next to me. She seemed relaxed after she found out I spoke English, and could talk with her.  

Me: “My name’s Kevin, what’s yours?”
Lucy: “Lucy. Are you from America too?”
Me: “Yes. Do you speak any French? I’m afraid I know very little.”
Lucy: I know how to say “I am innocent.” I learned it from the book I’m reading, “The Scarlet Pimpernel.” You say, “je-suis innocent.”
Me: Oh, I know that one too. I hope neither of us have to use it.