Olivia & Logan
Olivia and Logan didn't want a wedding. They wanted a day in the French countryside with the people who matter most, and not much else. So we packed the cameras and the microphone and flew to Provence in the French countryside. This was our first destination elopement, and they picked a good one. Buoux, a tiny village in the Luberon, a stone Airbnb with a garden, and just two special guests.
The Details
Date: June, 2026
Location: Buoux, Luberon, Provence, France
Venue: Private Airbnb with garden, Buoux
Celebrant: Izzy, Hitched by Hazell
Photographer: Emily, Solis Stories
Florals: Canopée, Marseille
Private Chef: La Dame Bleue
The Location: Buoux, Provence, France
Buoux is the kind of place you have to mean to find. A scatter of old stone houses folded into a green valley in the Luberon, sitting under limestone cliffs that were old long before anyone thought to get married beneath them. It is wilder than the Provence on the postcards. At this particular house, there was no neat rows of lavender here. Just deep woodland, the Aiguebrun river trickling under the old stone bridge, and a quiet so complete the whole valley feels like it is keeping a secret.
The house matched it. An old farmhouse gone soft at the edges, ivy climbing the walls and spilling over the windows, the shutters faded to a dusty plum. The garden had been left to its own devices, long grass and tangled green running right up to the door. Against all that, Canopée's flowers looked like something out of a story. White anthurium, dahlias as deep as claret, amaranth trailing down the warm stone. The kind of place you would dream up for the last act of a play, then be told it was too much to be real. You can check out the Airbnb here.
The Day
Olivia and Logan were in no hurry to begin. They enjoyed an early breakfast in a village down the road and then came back to the house and let the rest of the morning go where they wanted. Olivia and Logan got ready in the same room, sorting out collars and talking each other down off the nerves. Canopée had driven the flowers up from Marseille that morning, sage and olive and faded hydrangea green, and by midday they were running right through the garden. It had the easy feel of a long afternoon at a friend's place that happened to have a wedding in the middle of it.
At 4pm they met in the garden, with Olivia's sister Mia and her partner Liam looking on. That was the entire guest list, and exactly as big as they wanted it. Patrick Watson played in French as Olivia walked over to Logan. Izzy kept it close and warm, the vows came out of the little books they'd written them in, the rings went on, and then it was done. A kiss, Olivia Dean through the speaker, and the four of them popping champagne in the sun.
After that we got in the car and went looking for the good light, which in the Luberon is not a difficult thing to find. We took them through the hilltop villages, the vineyards, and past lavender that was only just coming in for summer. Golden hour over Provence is its own kind of showing off, and those last frames are the ones that end up framed on a wall.
By the time they got back, La Dame Bleue had been at the house since five and dinner was nearly ready. They sat down to it at half six, long and slow and French, which is the only sensible way to finish a day over there. It was the first time we'd taken Lovefool out of the country. Olivia and Logan were the best possible pair to do it with.
If you've thought about eloping somewhere that isn't down the road, this is exactly the kind of day our destination elopement package is for. We're based in Newcastle, and very happy to get on a plane.
