The covered hall with the wooden dance floor laid over the sand.
The courtyard behind the hall, where the keşkek cauldron is set up overnight.
The lit walkway used to bring the couple into the hall.
The corner where Turkish coffee is poured during the party.
“The gelin yolu was genuinely long enough, we had wondered beforehand whether a riding arena would have room for that. The lit walkway ran nearly twenty metres without ever feeling cramped.”
“The halay went in a full circle without anyone bumping into a pillar, because there simply are none. Thirty metres without a break genuinely makes a difference with hundreds of guests dancing.”
“The keşkek cauldron was already simmering away in the stable yard the night before, exactly as my grandmother remembered it from the past. That detail alone was worth it.”
“There was a faint smell of horses lingering in the hall on arrival, but by the time guests came in it was completely gone. Elif had clearly planned for that with extra ventilation time.”
“350 guests fit comfortably, dance floor and all. We had considered a smaller hall, but then we would have had to cut people from the list, and we did not want that.”