I was casually snapping at the local beach volleyball court yesterday when it was invaded ... by a wedding party.

I guess that the players were part of the wedding. 

Not sure about the sartorial wisdom of black suit/blazer tops with dark jeans, but hats off to this guy for nonetheless looking dapper.

Were I Titian, this volley ball would be the Virgin Mary. But times change.

Titian's painting is in the Frari church in Venice - which isn't so far off in spirit from St Bartholomew's, my favourite church in Brighton.

St Bartholomew is famously tall, and rather severe from the outside ,,,

But the inside is a haven of peace.

So Italianate, and cold, that after ten minutes you're longing for an espresso.