The last several posts have been about the wedding and my village. I am able to squeeze one more post. The last activity of public (those who have been invited) is eating the food:
The gathering was segregated. It is not essential but is more common in a village setting.
Later, the scavengers come hoovering in for their share:
The birds come quite close and are easy to photograph:
And finally the owner of the big pots comes and takes them back:
End of the story: