Wedding continued...

Ok, so where did I leave off?  Oh, yes.  The dessert.  So after the dessert, all of the invitées moved into the dance room in order to watch the couple partake in their first Waltz as a married couple.  After a few moments, other couples started to join in and Benoit and I were encourage to enter the dance floor.  The only problem was that neither of us are even close to being "Waltz dancing masters," so we felt slightly out of place.  After the waltz, the third and final part of the wedding known as the "soirée," or loosly being translated as the "after party."  The champagne was still heavily flowing and we all had a wonderful time dancing what is known as "le rock," a common dance shared by both young and old in France that resembles the movement of swing dancing, only it is done to techno music.  

So here is a VERY ADVANCED example of what the dance looks like, to the time of a very popular French song:

So Benoit and I left the party around 3am and many people, including the bride and groom, where still up and dancing.  Here is a picture of what the property looked like at night:

 Gorgeous, right?  So, I had to cancel my "Skype date" with my parents the next day because I decided to go to bed a bit early that night lol.  Everyone who was seated at the bridal table, along with all the members of the family, were invited to brunch the next day at the church.  What I didn't know and certainly not accustomed to is that this brunch is held with the goal of finishing all of the left over food and drink from the wedding the night before.  Let's just say, I've had my fair share of French champagne for at least...a week lol.

Today, my friend Benoit (we have another friend also named Benoit, which occasionally brings much confusion) sells cookies for a living and has invited me to pick me up and spend the day with him at Mount Saint Michel, a former prison in the north of France where convicts were sent for life sentences.   It was, and still is, entirely surrounded by water and when the tide goes out, the shoreline becomes a dangerous trap of quicksand.  Obviously, they have now opened the prison to tourists and have built a road sturdy enough to hold massive amounts of cars and buses.

Here is a picture of the prison and where is it located on the map of France:

Well, that's all for now!  Love you!