You can read about the Irish Peace Village here if curious.
That was the location of the reception that followed the June 7 ceremony. People mingled, drinking and eating. Gert and I wandered outside and my kiwi ears pricked up when I heard the sound of the bagpipes.
My Nana's sister was married to a bagpiper down in Invercargill, my mother adored the sound of them, I lived next door to McGlashan College's Pipe Band's practice room for a while, and my ancestors were a mix of Scottish and Irish ... I was programmed to adore the sound of the bagpipes.
After asking permission, I went to work with my camera and had the most marvellous time ... taking photographs while the pipe band played all around me.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
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