Where were we? Oh yes, we were following a joyful musical Berber wedding procession down a dusty dirt road.
Kenzilisa over at http://moorhenna.wordpress.com asked if I had any pictures of henna. As you may know, in Morocco women decorate their hands with henna for special occasions. In this little procession, all the hands were clapping…
There were lots of smiling faces…
Here comes the rosewater…
Now we are in the front yard of the bride’s house. The dancing caftan is already having fun…
The bride appears…she is so striking in her white taksheeta and veil…many blessings to you and your husband…may God bless you with laughter, light, children, and strength, come what may…
And then disappears…
Later that night, after we are snug in our beds with the lights out, I hear it.
The drumming.
The real festivities are beginning…
it’s around midnight, and I half want to sleep…
but the drumming is sinking into my skin and changing my heart rythms…
I slip my contacts back in, throw on a too-plain caftan, and head off down the dark road…
The front yard is now packed with about 100 women sitting on plastic chairs…
oh I’m so self conscious…
luckily another neighbor grabs me and sits me down…
I got to see the bride in one of her many outfits that she wore that night, and the groom in his modern suit and tie…
I won’t post their pictures though, too private, they looked like they had a good connection and didn’t look too nervous…
however, I did get my wish, to see the traditional Ahwash drummers, and they really wanted their pictures taken…
This image captivates me…
Many circles linked together to create one…
Life in Marrakesh 