A wedding, in the square, in the village, in N. Cyprus.

As I was showering, getting ready for our evening promenade into the village, my Husband seemed unusually restless and impatient.  I was taking my time, washing the grit and grime away from our hike up to Buffavento Castle earlier in the day.  Little did I know we had a function to ‘attend’.  Yes he had scoped out the village square earlier in the day, and he was well aware of the function about to take place that night.  He was keen for me, and Poppy and Hugh, to catch a glimpse of local life, and I was ushered out of the door under the pretense that he was tired and wanted to get home soon.

We meandered up the road to the village square to get the children their ice creams, with the plan to sit in the municipal play area and watch them use their last reserves of energy on the swings.

When we got to the square there was a fervor of activity.  A wedding was about to begin – it was just how it is in the movies!!  I couldn’t believe our luck!  I waited in two minds while the kids ate their ice creams – was I invading someones personal moment if I tried to steal a glimpse of the bride?  Or was it really just like the movies where every man, woman and child is welcome to attend?

Suddenly the decision was made for me – the noise of car horns blasting up the road got louder and louder, and as the cacophony turned towards us we were cornered by the screeching wheels of 20 or so cars pulling up.  Ever tried hand brake turns around a small village square?  It looked like some of these dudes did it every week in their pimped up 1988 3 series.

So we stayed – and many of you will be relieved to hear that we didn’t actually get too close – mainly as I didn’t have enough Turkish Lira to pin to the groom and his new bride – it was definitely a ‘pay to enter’ wedding.

I only took out my point and shoot camera regrettably – but some photos came out okay in the dark.

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I managed to surreptitiously grab some snaps of the local barber – a busy man at 8pm – I keep trying to persuade Hugh to get his locks chopped there but he’s not having any of it.

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Watching and waiting…


On arrival the Bride wandered around in a circle several times – I later learned that it is traditional to walk around 3 times with the bridal party before the wedding:



The wedding stage was decorated and covered in floral arrangements, and the guests lined up with their gifts of money ready to congratulate the bride and groom .

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The first dance – I couldn’t help but wonder who this lovely couple were, and what life will be like for them here over the course of their marriage.

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The whole village had turned up with gifts – it was going to be a while before the party started.  I think I may have just left a bowl out for gifts and cut right to the dancing if it was my wedding.

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So we left them in peace and wandered home listening to the music increase in tempo – my feet were itching to do a u-turn but I didn’t want to cross that line of hospitality so stayed put at the house enjoying a late night beer with my groom.

My wedding outfit consisted of Gap shorts (not online – size down though they are BIG – these are a US 4!), Gap t-shirt (just $5.99 right now – make sure you size down though) and Zara sandals (in the sale) – I wished I’d been told so I could have worn a frock:)

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And my outfit for our walk up to Buffavento – I swear they could see me in Turkey in this.  Buffavento has never seen anything quite like it:)  The t-shirt is Zara (old) and the shorts are J.Crew chino shorts in neon peach, worn with my NewtonsDSC_0302

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