Wedding at our Door

Last night we had dinner at our rooftop restaurant again. Well, I had dinner while Anita had 2 boiled eggs and some chapati. An Australian man about our age joined us. He told us that he's travelling with his daughter and her fiancé this time but he and his wife have been to 60 countries over the years. He said that traveling in India is the most difficult. He started this trip in Kolkata (Calcutta). While there, he saw a mother tending to an infant on the hot pavement while a dead body lay about 10 feet away. He described it as "hell on earth".
We traded travel stories. He's been to Auschwitz and Buchenwald but he found the Tuol Sleng torture prison in Phnom Penh and the killing fields near there were the saddest places he's ever been. We agreed. We still can't shake those sad memories.
While we were eating, there was a wedding procession down the street and into the temporary enclosure outside our hotel. We don't know what phase of the wedding was happening. There was a deejay, loud music, a buffet table, photographers and a film crew and about 100 or more guests, all dressed up. We identified the groom but didn't see the bride. Maybe this was a celebration for his family. There also seemed to be a lot more women than men. We don't know why.
Anyway, after one photo from the restaurant, we went downstairs and got a few more pictures.