We were married here in London. We were living in Paris at the time, but getting married in France is a lengthy, complicated process. Marriage in England is much simpler, requiring only that one of the pair live for two weeks in Britain prior to the ceremony. So I got the cheapest room I could find, which was at a horribly depressing old residential hotel, and did my two weeks in sulking solitude.
The ceremony was conducted by the magistrate there at the town hall, for which we paid 20 pounds. It was attended by the obligatory 2 witnesses: my wife’s sister and her roommate, also imported from Paris for the occasion.