In September of 1948, my parents tied the knot in a civil ceremony. My mom was Catholic by faith and my dad Protestant on paper; this made getting married in church a bit tricky. They decided to spend their honeymoon in Cannes. The day after they arrived they went to the beach, and my dad asked a complete stranger whether he knew a minister who might be willing to perform a marriage ceremony for him, a Protestant, and his Catholic wife. The man beamed and replied that he‘d be delighted to perform the ceremony himself: he turned out to be the pastor of the Protestant Church in Cannes! And so, over 61 years ago, my parents exchanged vows in this church. Today, my wife and I  live 30 minutes away by bus and spend tons of time in Cannes. Life writes great stories...