Yep, that's me. My top and skirt were white eyelet lace, the helmet has white flowers on it. That's my husband behind me on the narrow path and rice making the white specs in the air. It was a magical evening, and we were glad to leave by bike - to hear and smell and taste and really see the night; after all the excitement all day it was the perfect finish.
Yes, my bike has many gears on it but somehow we still managed to cruise slowly, savoring the ride. All this time later there is still one piece of rice lodged in my stem, just on top of my handlebars.
