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Naya and Kenyona's same-sex City Hall wedding was two brides, eighteen guests, and the whole of San Francisco City Hall's Fourth Floor North Gallery in May 2026 — the gallery that takes in the most light in the building, tall arched windows on three sides and marble underfoot. The day ran from a ceremony there, played in on live strings, to a long, plant-based dinner at a small French wine bar on Bush Street where the food was the whole event.
The day started across the bay in Oakland and crossed into the city by car, the brides riding in with their bouquets side by side across their laps. Neither was handed off by anyone. They walked into this the way they'd planned the rest of it, together.
The ceremony was up in the Fourth Floor North Gallery, blond Chiavari chairs set for the eighteen, the arches of the rotunda visible below and the great half-round window pouring light in behind the couple. A live strings-and-brass ensemble played, the sound carrying up the open galleries. The family sat close — an older couple in the front, guests in bold prints, orange and red and teal florals against the pale stone.
Annie Malcolm officiated, script in hand, the two brides holding hands in front of her. They said their vows in the light off that window, one of them reading from a folded page, both of them grinning through it, and were married. Then they recessed back down the marble to "Here Comes the Sun," the wild bouquet and the white one back in hand.
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“Eighteen people in the gallery with the most light in the building, married to live strings, walking back out to "Here Comes the Sun."”
Afterward the couple and their family stayed in the building for photos, and City Hall gives a photographer more than most venues manage in an acre of grounds. Arthur Brown Jr. finished this Beaux-Arts landmark in 1915, and it repeats its arches and its light in every direction — carved stone urns with lion faces flanking the galleries, sculptural reliefs set into the walls, the grand staircase and the dome. The brides moved through the galleries with their people, the tuxedo and the gold sneakers on one, the lace train sweeping the marble on the other, before the car took the group across town for dinner.
Dinner was at a small French wine bar tucked onto Bush Street, a room that seats a party this size and makes the meal the whole event. The menu was entirely plant-based — a peach and heirloom tomato salad to start, then seared black cod and an heirloom-tomato pasta, with a list of small French appellations poured through the afternoon, wine and beer only.
Dessert was a vegan vanilla bean cake with fresh strawberry compote, set out alongside macarons, tartlets, and chocolate-dipped strawberries. Eighteen people around one table in a wine bar the size of the party, staying as long as the food and the wine held out — which was the reason they'd booked a place this small in the first place.