Last Tuesday I woke up for work as usual and the missus reminded that we had a cousins wedding to go to. Great. Twas a cousin who was not particularly wealthy, not dirt poor either. I guess you might describe them as the lower end of middle class or the upper end of tolerably poor. So donning the obligatory batik shirt and pants we set off for their home.
These days many of the weddings I've been to in Jakarta are held in ballrooms or function rooms of hotels, but more traditionally and in the villages the service and reception are held entirely in the home of one of the new parents in law.
East Jakarta has many small streets and since the homes are not large they need to put up a tent across the street.