After the religious ceremony at the Tauxigny chapel, as evening approached, all relatives, friends, and VIPs followed the bride’s carriage in a grand procession of over thirty wedding cars, crossing the countryside and the royal town of Loches until reaching the medieval Bridore Castle. Upon entering, a group of colorfully dressed medieval musicians played refined music on the plaza before the banquet hall to welcome the couple, while others danced joyously around them, initiating a festive medieval pre-dinner reception served by costumed attendants. The food was arranged with artistic flair, resembling edible sculptures or installations: creative fruit platters, prosciutto with dried plums, cured meats, meat pâté with rustic bread, various dried fruit skewers, and raw vegetable slices for guests to enjoy. Medieval servers frequently offered champagne or juice as groups chatted; soon, comedians performed comical dances, inviting guests to join hands in circles for medieval lover’s dances or group ring dances, patiently demonstrating steps when needed. Amidst this joyful atmosphere, the medieval figures, food, music, and dance immersed everyone in the festive medieval castle scene. Following this, musician friends improvised poetic performances for the couple, creating a romantic and lively ambiance where guests enjoyed food and laughter under the starry moonlight before the formal banquet began.

Guided by medieval hosts, nearly two hundred guests entered the spacious banquet hall in pairs; those without partners found matches amidst games and celebration. Long tables were set with exquisite tableware, fine wines, and individual lighting, each named after famous composers like Mozart, Bach, Chopin, and Debussy. I was seated at the Chopin table with my uncle’s side relatives. After everyone was seated, the bride’s sister sang a tribute song with great respect. Medieval actors then delivered theatrical speeches announcing the menu, officially opening the wedding dinner. Under soft lighting, guests enjoyed a rich medieval French meal, starting with a unique salmon-wrapped vegetable lentil dish topped with sweet and sour sauce, enhanced by white wine. Next, a server dramatically presented roasted lamb legs, recounting medieval anecdotes before serving honey-glazed tender lamb with rice and vegetables—the rice ensuring guests felt full. As Touraine red wine was served, conversations flowed from family matters to past memories and current children. Several musicians performed, even joining the Acana Chamber Orchestra, making the food more delightful amidst beautiful melodies. This extraordinary wedding was blessed by music, creating an artistic, poetic, and unforgettable evening where art shaped life and life shaped art.

Medieval servers later brought local Sainte-Maure cheese, toasted bread, and salad, offering a unique and superior French delicacy. Actors occasionally entertained with loud storytelling about medieval tales before presenting the wedding chocolate cake inscribed with "H" and "C" for the castle wedding date, accompanied by a glass of medieval licorice-flavored "hot cold drink." This five-spiced hot wine was essential for the festive mood, broadening my perspective on historical scenes and daily life. After finishing the unique drink, the chocolate cake appeared, and champagne flowed freely as guests enjoyed the finest feast and sweetness under the night sky, beginning a wild celebration. In a separate audio-visual room, pop music rhythms replaced classical melodies, gathering many young men (nephews) who danced to the beat. As the wedding feast seemed to end, everyone was drawn to the beautiful music, swaying their bodies. Couples danced tango or other styles, while younger guests preferred modern rock, showcasing youthful vitality. Sometimes, mixed-age groups danced wildly together, enjoying sweet or strong liquor amidst continuous music and celebration until exhaustion. As dawn broke, crowds gradually dispersed; I do not know exactly how the wedding ended, but the next day felt dreamlike. The banquet hall stood empty, leaving indelible memories of my uncle’s wedding and family reunion, proving that "all good things must come to an end." This is the nature of life scenes—however beautiful, there is always a moment of conclusion.