Reveille

At this very moment there is a white stretch Hummer in the parking lot just outside my apartment, along with what looks like a small but enthusiastic wedding party. People smiling, nattily dressed; multiple professional-looking video cameramen; intermittent bursts of clapping along to loud music that I'm guessing is North African in origin and seems to be issuing from the limo. All very neat, and I'm happy for what I assume must be my neighbors, but this strikes me as a slightly disruptive thing to be doing before noon on a Saturday.