Toques and togas

Waiting at the Chief’s house to give him our greetings and tell him of our presence (for that OLDC meeting that never happened back in April), Lisa and I were able to unobtrusively observe proceedings on the porch as guests moved in and out of the house. It was some kind of cultural gathering featuring a women’s group of some sort of cultural leaders. You could tell which women were part of the deal because they were draped in swaths of cloth—like toga, and knit caps—like toques!