It was the son of the guard our of neighboring house who got married (a young fellow who works for the MSF) but I don't know to whom...
They set up a huge tent in the street and celebrated for two days.
"Listen," YB said to me as we rode by, "Nigerien music!" I laughed because all I could hear was the tam-tam drums echoing a rhythm... :-)
Hehe, sometimes it's hard to get keep the phone straight when your own mount is trotting away!
Ishtar
Friday, March 02, 2007
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