A City of Its Own
An officiant who
knows the cobblestones.
Alexandria sits next door to Arlington but it is its own place — a small city with eighteenth-century brick, gas streetlamps, a working waterfront, and more history per square block than anywhere else in Virginia outside of Williamsburg. Couples who choose Alexandria for their wedding tend to be choosing the city itself: the bones of Old Town, the walk down King Street, the view across the river. They want elegance without the formality of a DC wedding, and history without theatre.
I have officiated at several Old Town historic venues — the kind of brick-walled, candle-lit rooms where the architecture does half the work. I have officiated at Belle Haven and similar country clubs along the Potomac, where the ceremony often happens outdoors with the river beyond. I know the practicalities — that parking in Old Town is its own conversation, that the riverfront wind picks up in the late afternoon, that a ceremony on the cobblestones is enchanting until someone in heels finds out what cobblestones do to heels.
If you are planning an Alexandria wedding and want a celebrant who knows the city as a neighbour rather than a tourist — let's talk.
