Westminster Abbey or The Triumph of Love

How can't you be thrilled by this video ? 

I did NOT want to talk about "The Wedding" in my blog. 

I had promised it to myself.

But as we often say "Only stupid people do not change their mind."
In this stormy period, it is good to watch such joyful events.

I won't comment, nor publish photos.

The media do it better than me (maybe too much) and most of all I do respect the newly-weds. 

Plus, I am a fervent defender of privacy and I didn't want this post be considered as a private intrusion /judgement or - worse - as an additional rubbish gossip. 

Everybody will say everything about all what happened today at Westminster Abbey. 

I keep Jerusalem's song in mind. 

I already loved it, but there...

I was amazed.

If there is one thing to keep in mind, it's that "LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED", as other famous British people used to sing a few decades ago.

The British people I was with were so proud to be British.

There are very few occasions to gather a whole nation.

Wherever you come from, whatever you think of royalty/republicanism/the British monarchy, whoever you are, you can only be very impressed by the cohesion of the crowd, their pride to be British and the royal-perfect-impressive-but-still-natural wedding.
"It is what Britain represents, is known for and does best." as I read somewhere. 

It was such a lovely day for discrete, generous, dignified and extra-ordinary lovers.

Today 2 Billions of people assisted to The Triumph of Love.

K. and W. love each other dearly.  

It is SO obvious. 

Eyes don't lie.

I wish them to have a happy and long life together.

(c) "The words of Jerusalem" from "Milton" by William Blake (1757 - 1827)

(c) Music : Charles Hubert Hastings Parry

Lyrics :

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land