Sundays are wedding days in Bamako and since Ramadan is coming on soon, weddings will stop in respect of local practices, so we had to get in on them ASAP. We missed the ceremony, but that’s fine. We got there just in time for the best part: the reception. Mostly filled with women and children, the wife of the bride and her friends were passing out gifts, and dancing along to the singers. I couldn’t understand the words, but a song would start sort of slow, and women would dance around in a circle, copying each others’ footwork. Then the song would unexpectedly pick up pace, and a few women would step up to show off their moves, the song would end, and it would start over again!
Here's a view of the reception tent from the approach. It's not much but the music is bumpin and the people are grindin.
Here's a picture of all the beautifully dressed women. They all had individualized tailored dresses, not uncommon and would laugh at us when we got up to dance.
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