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Wedding shopping...

My sister was here recently and we scoured the city for clothes and ornaments for her upcoming wedding. Here are a few pictures from her brief visit...  
This was our breakfast everyday, plain juicy mangoes... summer's saving grace.
Met the cousins at St. Thomas Cathedral...
Where a memorial mass was held...
to honour...
our beloved grand parents, Ubald and Pauline Kostka who exemplified a beautiful life in God. 
Celebrated Michelle's birthday...

Shopped for sarees...
The white wedding saree on display...
shopped for more sarees...
Tried on all sorts of gold ornaments...
Visited cotton street and got yelled at by this man... apparently my superior bargaining skills raised his hackles. 
Nice place to buy running material...

Took respite in a slice of cheesecake...

and a smoked bacon sandwich.

All in all it was a great couple of days... 

Comments

Ganesh Puttu said…
wow.....trying a new genre? photoblog? loved the pics -especially the one of the earring with the price tag still on it....
BackStage said…
The dude yelled at you and then you actually took a pic of him? ha ha.. He does kinda look pissed off. I should have done that as well - would have been perfect to put up in the blog :D
mahesh said…
Great pics - when is the wedding? Is it at nagercoil?
Great pics! Interesting to get to know about your custom.
Karen Xavier said…
Ganesh, yeah that earring cracked us up... can't believe people actually buy such stuff.

Gibsy, yeah... I kinda thought he would throw something on my head while I was clicking that picture. Anyway, I took it and walked away quickly.

Mahesh, do come for the wedding.

Veronica, thanks... I guess you will know more with my recent post.
Whoa, Karen, loved this photo-post. Gosh, I so miss coming to this place.

Joy always,
Susan

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