Who would have thought that way up the Main North road and down a non-descript semi-industrial road would lie a magnificent Greek Orthodox church. Not only grand in its exterior but within, a shimmering wonderworld of golden icons - on every wall, on the ceiling, even small icons interspersed with the crystals of the huge chandeliers.
The bride, a Cypriot Greek colleague, was sung into the church by the priest. No music. And we had to stand. Not just for her entrance, but for the entire ceremony - which was lengthy since it was sung and spoken in both Greek and English.
We were a small group of work colleagues among the crowd of Greeks. We were the ones who did not know the protocols - but followed the few cues. But we were happy to see our fiesty colleague wed.