The past few weeks have been busy, busy, busy. My lovely daughter got married — a marriage made in heaven. For those of you who read my last blog and are wondering where the wedding reception took place, the answer is the library. It wasn’t just any library, mind you. It was the Boston Public Library. If you’ve never been there, it’s a must-see architectural treasure.
As mother of the bride, you must indulge me as I blog and blab about the special day.
The ceremony took place at Our Lady of Victories Church, a French National Church, hidden on a narrow side street. It’s a charming old church, dedicated in 1886, and it has a magnificent organ that fills every nook and cranny of the interior with heavenly music.
The bride was beautiful. The groom was beautiful. The ceremony was beautiful. Tears of happiness flowed like the enchanting courtyard fountain at the Boston Public Library.
Before the reception, pictures were taken in historical spots around Boston – an Art Deco style building,
Trinity Church, the “T” – Boston’s subway system, and the Public Garden.
Then it was on to the reception at the library. As I mentioned before, this building is amazing.
An old postcard of the Boston Public Library
Inside the building you’ll find a grand marble staircase, balconies made of limestone, marble pillars, an enclosed courtyard with a fountain, murals painted by famous artists, collections of rare books, manuscripts, maps, musical scores, prints, and much more.
Entry to the Library
Book from 1920 that explains everything you want to know about the rooms in the library.
The cocktail hour took place in the courtyard with its picturesque fountain. The courtyard was a special place for the bride and groom. Not only did they first express their love for one another there, but they also got engaged there.
The Boston Public Library and Interior Courtyard
X Marks the Engagement Spot
Dining was in The Popular Reading Room. It was a gourmet’s delight, and afterward, we danced the evening away. The bride and groom glowed the entire day.
Popular Reading Room
At the end of the evening before they escaped through a secret door among the stacks of books, the groom played guitar and sang to the bride.
It was a fairy tale wedding – one that I will hold close to my heart.
Okay, my blogging and blabbing are done, but the bride and groom have only just begun. I raise my (coffee) cup to them for a long and happy life together!