Team Bride

A late start meant it was after 5 when I was heading back from the food co-op - right on the wedding hour. I spotted the balloons across the street, lined up the shuttered shopfront and waited for the hens’ party. The bloke might’ve been part of it - apparently hens isn’t gender-specific. A few minutes later some well-dressed people were making their way to the Greek Orthodox Church. And at the Union four inebriated groomsmen had just been ejected.

Thanks to K for stitching three photos together. Better large.

How hard was Wordle today? Up there with CAULK.