Paul’s Episcopal Church, in a ceremony that incorporated English, Spanish and French.
Corbé said, laughing at the improbability. “If I had been told 10 years ago - or even five! - that my parents would be here in Texas to see their son being married to a man,” Mr. (His contract in the United States ended up being renewed for one more year.) A few weeks later, two dozen friends and family members traveled to this remote spot in West Texas, 200 miles from the nearest airport, for the spiritual ceremony. Corbé wasn’t sure whether he would be transferred back to France. In April, the couple were legally married in a ceremony at the Bronx County Courthouse, because Mr. Céspedes was as entranced by the town’s expansive skies and vibrant arts community as his fiancé. Despite the triple-digit temperatures, Mr. They stayed at the Paisano Hotel, famous for having lodged Rock Hudson, Elizabeth Taylor and James Dean during the filming of “Giant” in 1956. Corbé had been visiting for the last decade. Céspedes’s mother, who now lives in Santa Fe, N.M., they stopped in Marfa, a small town in Far West Texas that Mr. Paris? New York? Ultimately, they decided on a more unexpected option. With their ties to many disparate places, the couple had a hard time settling on a wedding location. Corbé that he was heading back to New York he let his employer know that the situation wasn’t working for him. Céspedes with his favorite dish from a Parisian restaurant, Camembert with honey. Corbé produced a bottle of champagne and presented Mr. The couple continued to travel together, and on a trip to Paris last August, a friend lent them an apartment with an amazing view of the city. He visited the Tiffany store in Manhattan three times, in part because he wanted to pick the right ring, but also because browsers were provided with a glass of champagne. “I remember when Billy Graham died, thinking how strange it was that I was doing a live story about an evangelical preacher while I was sitting in my boyfriend’s walk-in closet,” he said. Corbé regularly took the bus or train to Washington, waking up at 3 a.m. Over the next six months, they spoke on the phone for hours every day. “I had finally found somebody I knew I could be with and now because of obligations I had to go.” “I thought, that doesn’t make any sense,” Mr. On their final morning together, they had breakfast at a diner, delaying the inevitable departure. Céspedes to his new apartment and helped him get settled. They tried to keep up their spirits as they faced the prospect of a long-distance relationship. Céspedes took a job in Washington, a career move he had planned before meeting Mr. “I’m not good at talking to men, I’m too shy,” he said. Corbé was too nervous to make the first move. Céspedes, too, and had worried that if he stepped away to check his coat, someone else would take his spot at the bar. As he stood at the bar at Industry, an unpretentious Midtown Manhattan gay bar that draws an international crowd, he noticed a man still wearing his winter coat and silently admired his elegant profile. After dinner with friends, something compelled him to go out for one more drink. Javier Miguel Céspedes, 44, was overcoming a similar reluctance about continuing his evening. He fell asleep early that evening, but not before setting an alarm for 11 p.m. “I was not only physically but emotionally exhausted,” Mr. He had written for the first time about his own struggles as a gay man growing up in Brittany, a conservative rural region in northwest France. Covering the United States presidential election and its aftermath had left him depleted, and he also had just finished a book about the gay nightclub shooting in Orlando, Fla. He had a nonstop schedule as a New York-based correspondent for the French radio station RTL, a job that required waking up in the middle of the night to appear on early-morning newscasts in France. Philippe Corbé almost didn’t go out that night in February 2017.
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