We left Berlin reluctantly. For so many reasons. Coralie and Max' wedding fulfilled so many of our little photographer's dreams: an old factory turned into a creative event venue, a stylish groom and a bride who looked like Grace Kelly to only name a few. Their friends made their ceremony a personal and unforgettable celebration of two people who found one another across several continents (Max is a Kiwi, Coralie from England): Rowan was their most personable officiant and Posie performed "At Last" which in my opinion beat Etta James' version. Some tears were shed and I am not naming anyone of your trusted photographers who were guilty of that. Certainly not the author of these lines. Enough said. Take it away, gorgeous people!