The scouts and the belly dancers were there.
There were no elephants to sneeze or fall on their knees.
And that was the end of the festival, festi, fest, fest, fest.
But here are some photos to illustrate my fascination with night scenes. And there were bellydancers there and lots of music and good food but no poor poetry.
1 comment:
A belly dancer with a lot of belly, apparently.
Nice photos. I like the sign against the blue night sky in particular.
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