after registering a mail this morning - a late payment for a magazine subscription i believe was long settled - i saw a bridal entourage spill out of the catholic church shoehorned between a store that sells italian soccer shirts and an underutilized side street across the postal office.
the fidgety groom, a squat man with heavy incan features, looked miffed when an older man asked a balding white man toting a clunky camera to take a picture of them: the couple squinting in the morning light, the determined looking older man, and a dumpy woman he just grabbed from out of the gaggle of white garbed women.
suddenly from around the corner, a toddler, a girl squealing on a trainer bike mowed through the hoo-ha at the foot of the church. a lushly sweating woman ran after her, screaming "be careful, jasmine." the little girl's twin pony tails fluttered in the breeze like two little hands waving goodbye.
finally, a younger man with heavily greased hair ushered the bride and groom towards a white town car, its hazard lights unblinking, parked at the mouth of the church. the bride ignored the well wishers as she hurriedly stepped inside the car, her veil waving in the wind.
