France — Europe
Provence
Valensole plateau, late June
Provence is a wedding that smells of something — lavender in June, thyme all summer, warm limestone at dusk. It is the destination for couples who want grandeur without formality: a honey-coloured bastide, a plane-tree courtyard, a table that runs the length of a lavender field.
We work with private estates across the Luberon and the Valensole plateau — places where the days organise themselves around market mornings, rosé at noon, and dinners that begin in daylight and end under stars, with candles floating in the fountain.
Where we work here — 18th-century bastides · Cistercian abbeys · Vineyard estates · Lavender farm courtyards
A Provençal wedding is not an event; it is a long lunch with a ceremony in the middle.
Signature Experiences
What a celebration here can hold
A Ceremony Among the Lavender
Vows exchanged at the edge of a blooming field on the Valensole plateau, rows of purple running to the horizon, the air itself perfumed — timed for the hour the light turns the field to violet fire.
The Bastide House Party
A full estate buyout for three days: guests at the long breakfast table, pétanque tournaments, a pool day that no one schedules and everyone remembers.
Dinner in the Abbey Cloister
A candlelit dinner within the stone arcades of a twelfth-century cloister — Gregorian silence traded for a string quartet, rosé, and the smell of box hedges in warm air.
The Market Morning
Guests taken to the Apt or L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue market with the estate's chef, returning with cheese, peaches and flowers for the farewell lunch.
Character & Light
The light here does the decorating
The light of Provence is the light that made painters move here: high, clear, and golden, turning lavender violet-blue at dusk and stone the colour of honey. The evening before a mistral is the most beautiful light in France.
Seasonal notes — Lavender peaks in the last week of June and the first of July — the most requested fortnight of our year. August is lavender harvested but sunflowers and warm nights. September brings the grape harvest and a golden, settled calm.
Abbaye de Sénanque, Gordes
The Shape of a Weekend
A celebration in three acts
Rosé in the Courtyard
A standing dinner under the plane trees — aioli, rosé in magnums, a accordion player, and the sun refusing to set before ten.
The Field and the Cloister
A ceremony at the lavender's edge at golden hour; dinner in a candlelit cloister; dancing in the barn, past lavender sheaves hanging from the beams.
The Long Farewell Lunch
A table under the arbour that begins at one and ends when it ends — cheese, peaches, and speeches nobody planned.
The Place, Seen Slowly
