Lots of colours there. Who wore what is a bit beyond me but Lit's favourite Princess, Madeleine, was hawt. And there was a Greek lady that was hawt, too. And one of the King's lesser relatives was very obviously drunk when entering the church. The security guys (and one girl) were impressive, considering how they ran alongside the carriage for the duration of the parade. And the carriage was going fast.
My emotional reaction: I did yawn a few times, smile at the King's speech (cos he's a hopeless dyslectic), thought that the groom's dad breached etiquette by calling the Crown Princess by her first name, without the honorific, and thought that the groom's speech was very good and I felt happy for them both.
But sorry, no tears. I don't see why I should. It was a joyous occasion, not a funeral.