. . . began for me at 6.45am, as I passed three separate wedding parties hanging out on my street, milling around, getting their hair done, having breakfast and taking photos . . .
. . . and ended in the evening at Exodus bar, watching Amadou and Mariam, singing along to the chorus of their most famous song “Beaux Dimanches”: “Les dimanches à Bamako, c’est les jours du mariage” (“Sundays in Bamako are wedding days”).