BRÖLLOPSFOTOGRAF MALMÖAlice & Marcus

Alice grew up in Lomma, on the coast north of Malmö. Her parents still live in the house on Strandvägen where the dinner was held. Sixteen adults and three children came.

The morning was at MJ’s in Malmö, with the children in the room while everyone dressed.

Fru Alstads kyrka stands forty minutes south of Malmö, on the highest ground in Skytts härad. It looks too big for nineteen people because it is. In the Middle Ages this was Vårfru Alstad, Our Lady’s Alstad, and pilgrims came here for the Virgin and for a holy spring that ran west of the church. Their offerings paid for a Gothic building no village this size could have afforded. The vaulting and the gilding are pilgrim money.

They stopped in a wheat field on the drive north.

Lomma is fifteen minutes north of Malmö. The bay is shallow enough to walk a long way out and still be at your knees.

The dinner was in her parents’ garden: roses gone wild, a vegetable bed, garlic drying on a post, apple trees low enough to duck under, a marquee on the lawn with its sides open. Her father spent part of the afternoon filling watering cans.

Alice had asked for the guests to be photographed in action. Plates carried across the grass, a child handed sideways to whoever had a free arm, her grandparents at the table with their hands on each other.

At about eight everyone walked down to the water and Alice waded in wearing her dress. She has swum off this beach since she was small. Marcus went in after her. The cake was cut with wet feet.

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