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A City Hall ceremony and La Mar waterfront reception put fifty guests across two San Francisco landmarks in June 2026 — vows under the rotunda in the morning, then lunch on the Embarcadero in the afternoon. Jessa and AJ kept it to the two things that mattered to them: the people in the front row and a long, unhurried Peruvian table by the water. The dress code was all-black for the guests, the couple the only ones in white and tux.
The day ran in two halves. First the marble and light of City Hall, both their families walking them down the aisle, a reveal saved for the last second. Then a walk through the city, a drive to Pier 1½, and an afternoon of Peruvian food and dancing with the bay going by outside the windows.
The ceremony was up on one of City Hall's fourth-floor galleries, a long stone hall with an arched ceiling, gilded urns, and tall windows throwing light across the marble. A cellist played from the side. Their officiant, in black, stood at the balustrade, and the fifty guests filled the wood folding chairs in their black formalwear.
AJ came down the aisle with his father and stopped for a long embrace before he took his place — a small break from tradition the couple had both wanted, their parents and sisters walking them both. Jessa walked in with both her parents on either arm. When they were married, the whole group spilled onto the grand marble staircase for portraits, and Jessa and AJ paused on the curved gold-railed steps, her long satin train pooling down behind them. Her bouquet was cream and peach — roses, ranunculus, a pincushion protea, dried grasses.
“Both their families walked them down the aisle, and they held the first look for the last second at the altar, in front of everyone.”
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Between ceremony and reception the couple went out into the city — arm in arm, they walked straight through a bustling outdoor street fair, market tents and crowds on either side, AJ holding the bouquet, the two of them the only ones dressed for a wedding. Then they made their way out to La Mar Cocina Peruana, which sits on Pier 1½ on the Embarcadero.
The restaurant looks straight across the water at the Bay Bridge and Treasure Island, so they took a few portraits along the docks and the railing before their guests arrived — classic San Francisco waterfront, the bay doing the rest of the work. Back inside, AJ dipped Jessa low across the floor for a photo, her heel kicked up, the veil sweeping the marble-pale tile.
The reception took over La Mar's private room — navy walls, an old "Hermann Safe Co." vault built into one of them, tall banana-leaf plants in the corners, and a blue fish-scale tiled bar. The couple made a grand entrance straight into their first dance, announced and up on the floor before anyone had a chance to sit back down. Then everyone settled in for a Peruvian lunch: ceviche and tiradito served in a stone shell with leche de tigre and a bright aji-amarillo sauce, a green arroz dish topped with pickled red onion, cocktails going around. Coral protea-and-rose arrangements ran down the white tables.
Toasts came from friends after the main course, and the room got loud and joyful — one guest up on her feet waving a white napkin overhead, the whole table clapping her on, Jessa and AJ doubled over laughing. They cut the cake, and the floor opened straight into dancing, the water and the Bay Bridge lit up outside the windows. Fifty people, one long afternoon, exactly the wedding they'd built it to be.