They arrive on the snow during the last endless day of summer. Forty-eight hours of light and then, they gather outside to watch their first sunset of the South. The ice shelf they’re standing on is floating, slowly, towards the coast – will one day melt into the sea. There is nothing permanent about this never-ending white.
“With no further impediments to their marriage, Carlotta and O’Neill say their I do’s (in this case a simple “Oui!”) in Paris on July 22.”