Wedding bells are ringing

Obviously not for me, silly. We stumbled upon a colourful Indian wedding when we visited a temple near Chinatown in Kuala Lumpur; the family was especially friendly and welcomed us in despite our shabby attire and the fact that we were uninvited guests. I fell in love with saris in Sri Lanka and I bought so many that Charlotte had to physically drag me away from the markets because I was already carrying about several reams of fabric in my backpack. You could imagine my delight at finding myself in the midst of a real 'Monsoon Wedding' and I would have been in heaven if they'd started the music and dancing.