… at Dori’s school. For those of the girls who embraced a scarf. Interesting experience through the eyes of an European for sure!
Please, do forgive me the composition and occasional blur in the foreground (usually caused by front row people tilting in to my frame), ’twas a tid bit crowded and for some (still) fascinating reason, palm-and-bigger-sized smartphones are fine with the vast majority of people at various events, but a conventional camera somehow intimidates and scares – so flashing out my Pentax with proper lens in a Jaffaria school was a bit of an adventure for me. I really don’t think Samsung pics would do it this time.
So, here it goes – girls’ school, girls’ celebration; in Kuwait. By my inconspicuous black box of wonders.
More details on the subject of the celebration later.
Also, I still adore when my husband dresses in dishdasha and ghutra with igal. So smexy! Don’t you think?