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A restaurant micro wedding at Fable, SF that began under the City Hall dome: Jaimee and William married on the fourth-floor gallery on a Monday morning in June 2023, then took the whole party across town to the Mission for a long lunch on the restaurant's garden patio. Eighteen people, four of them kids, and no part of the day in a hurry.
It was a two-stop plan and both stops did exactly what they were meant to. City Hall gave them the marble and the light and the sense of occasion. Fable gave them a green, tucked-away patio and a table long enough to seat everyone at once. In between came a short drive across town and a couple settling into being married.
The ceremony was up on the fourth-floor North Gallery, above the grand staircase, where the arched windows let the daylight pour in and the coffered ceiling of the rotunda curves overhead. Two student musicians from the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, a cellist and a violinist, set up in the gallery and played the couple in.
William came in first with the officiant — navy suit, burgundy tie, shoulder-length auburn hair — and then Jaimee walked in on her father's arm to a string arrangement of Lorde's "Team." Rev. Kevin Tripp married them in front of the eighteen people who had come, family standing close along the gallery, a baby on someone's hip in the front. They held hands through the vows, and when it was done they recessed back down the gallery to Taylor Swift's "Love Story."
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“William came in first, then Jaimee on her father's arm, a cello and violin carrying them in under the City Hall dome.”
After the vows came family photos and couple portraits around the building — the great beige marble staircase running down toward the entrance, the gilded balustrades, the light coming through the dome. At one point the two of them stood alone at the top of the staircase, dwarfed by the arch above, the whole room to themselves. The four kids among the eighteen guests joined the family groupings alongside the parents.
Then the party set off for the Mission, a short drive across town to Fable, a restaurant known for its covered garden patio — redwood-fenced, dense with palms and ferns, strung with lights and warmed by heaters, taking up most of the house.
Guests drifted to the bar while the couple made their way over, then everyone sat down together at one long wood table down the middle of the patio, orange napkins folded at each place and low arrangements of pink and coral garden roses running along it. Jaimee and William raised a champagne toast and spoke to the room themselves, and a few impromptu toasts followed from the people around the table — parents lifting their glasses, the whole patio catching the light through the greenery overhead.
Lunch ran long and unhurried in that leafy back room, the heaters going so the patio held even when the June fog came in. They cut their cake at the table — a single round chiffon-style cake from Whole Cakes, dusted pale with a ring cut through the center and piped rosettes edged in matcha green and orange, the kids pressed up close to the front for it. The morning that started under the City Hall dome finished over one shared table in the Mission, exactly the shape they had wanted.