September comes to an end, and weather the same hot. On the street it is warm and noisy. We work, gradually learning the city. This week there was an attempt to carry out a course photography. But apparently something does not add up.

But we went to the wedding. Or rather one of its parts. In Turkey, the wedding is usually divided into three parts. It is the second we've seen. Dance, Dance, feeling that guests will never get tired of dancing. Several hours, and traditional dances. Simple movement and rhythm incendiary. A couple of minutes and the legs themselves dancing. Everyone was laughing and happy. And all this without a gram of alcohol, but the fun is intoxicating worse. I enjoyed dancing. Not a very good dancer out of me. But the atmosphere of joy did not give, so sad about this.

I saw ritual exchange of rings. Connected the hands of young red ribbon, she passed through the rings and tied them together. Then the tape was cut. That's opened up a new future. 

The bride wore gold jewelry: bracelets, chains and rings. Contrary to the European tradition of bride's dress was not white, and light purple, in the European fashion. The bride and groom occasionally showered with money. Perhaps once it was coins. Gold, bronze or copper, they fell on the young giving them good luck, wealth and fertility. Now replace the dollar coin (not currently know them).

 And the green paper swirled in the air like leaves, reflecting the fusion of tradition and generations. And the children were running around like colorful birds in their colorful costumes, boys and girls make noise, jump and do what they wanted.

Oh, and topped wedding cake, a huge 10 floors. Bride and groom holding a knife cut the cake from top to bottom. And of course the cake was with pistachios. This product is generally added to all. I will not be surprised if in one day I will find spirits with aroma of pistachios.  Honestly pistachios have a long history in this land, even the legendary Semiramis grew them in their hanging gardens.

Honestly pistachios have a long history in this land, even the legendary Semiramis grew them in their hanging gardens. Equally honor, pistachios used in Solomon's beloved queen Saavskoy. And the book of Genesis does not miss a nut. One legend says that pistachios brought to the earth, Adam, taking seeds from paradise. Like almonds, pistachios, often transported by travelers on the ancient Silk Road that linked China with the West. So that this area can be considered as the birthplace of pistachios, these contemporaries of Mesopotamia and Babylon. So grateful residents erected a small monument to this nut. Yes, I actually did not miss the opportunity to eat sweets pistachio «hünkar beğendi» were just amazing and very sweet as any oriental sweets.