Last night we went to a spectacular wedding reception at a
restored art deco masterpiece
on Lake Ontario.
The
Palais Royale used to be the place to take your Saturday night date for a night of jitterbugging and dancing to jazz bands in the 30s and 40s. My mother used to complain that my father never took her there. (They dated in the 40s.) I suspect it was because he was a reluctant dancer, at best.
But last night we not only attended a wonderful party in honour of a fabulous couple (the groom is our friends' son),
but I finally saw the ballroom where my mother never got to show off her jitterbug skills!
Having hor d'oeuvres on the tented terrace, I felt as if I was at one of Gatsby's parties.
View from the terrace.
Later, a full moon hung over the lake. The perfect romantic setting for a wedding reception.
A blurry interior shot. You can almost hear the ghost of Duke Ellington's band playing.
Better photos of the restored interior are
here.