The green marble flooring looks unremarkable. The vast room is brightened only by rays of sunlight glancing in through the rolled-up shutter at the entrance. The chairs — not more than seven or eight of them — are wobbly, the type without which a thrifty wedding party would seem incomplete. Outside, the exterior walls are in dire need of a fresh coat of paint; the colours that make up the mustard-pink theme seem to be well past their expiry date.
It is here, in a structure that mirrors a smallish airplane hangar, far away from the razzmatazz that made him