Tacit and a Symi Wedding
Sunday turned out to be a day of both good and bad. I sat down to warm up my arpeggios in the morning, about an hour before we were due to move the piano down to Yialos for the private concert… And the piano failed to work. It hissed and cracked and made very unhappy noises, so I turned it off. And on again. And off again. And on… It was turned on and off more times than a shore-leave sailor in a dubious brothel, but nothing would coax it into life. It eventually settled into what musicians call ‘Tacit.’ “A musical term to indicate that an instrument or voice does not sound. In vocal polyphony and in orchestral scores, it usually indicates a long period of time, typically an entire movement.” Well, my piano’s tacit is on a looped repeat, possibly to never sound again.
Steve came to collect it and spend half an hour trying to fix it but in the end, the concert was not to be. And neither is the piano. I’ll have to save for a new one. I’ve only been without a piano for about two years out of the last 50 so it will be a bit of a wrench to throw the old carcass away. (It’s old and would cost more to send for repair than it would to buy a new or second hand one.) Never mind, we still had a wedding to go to…
There will be more photos of the event once Neil has worked on them as he took most of the images. I’ve stolen a couple before he gets to them so you can get a flavour of Sunday afternoon’s happy times. We were guests of the groom whose family house (astute readers will know) is next door. We arrived, were welcomed and given a drink – whisky for the men, Lord knows what in tiny glasses for the ladies – and waited in the courtyard with some other guests. The cast list included Yiannis Rainbow in a suit and Manolis and Alexis in their finest. Everyone was in their finest actually, and my Crombie had an outing too. (It only gets one or two per year; it’s too hot for summer and not warm enough for winter, but yesterday was just right.)
The couple met in the square, and we joined the procession to the church. Previously at weddings, we’ve been working, taking the video and photos, so it was wonderful to be part of the party, walking with neighbours, complimenting them on their children’s outfits and discussing the weather and wedding. We processed through the lanes to the church of St George overlooking the Castro and parts of Yialos, and about 200 people gathered in the courtyard and church.
Afterwards, we sat in the square at Lefteris’ kafenion where passing guests invited us to the follow-on. We’d not been invited there by the father of the groom, only to the house and church, so we politely declined even though we would have been made very welcome. Instead, we hung out with a couple of friends until the need to feed drew us home. As I say, more images to come in the next couple of days.