We are marrying between the olive rows an hour after the harvest light goes gold, with one long table set on the press-house terrace. Everything you need for the day is on this page — the hours, the road, and how to tell us you are coming.

A working olive farm on the lake road, twenty minutes past Tunis village. The drive from Cairo runs about two hours; the last stretch is graded track, and every car makes it.
Country formal in green and linen. Flat shoes or block heels — the terrace is old stone and the paths between the trees are soft earth.
Tell your driver 'the olive press past Tunis village' and trust the signs, not the pin. The last ten minutes are unpaved and completely worth it.
Your presence is the gift. If you would still like to mark the day, a card on the night is more than enough — please sign it so we know who to thank.
The desert gives the heat back at sunset. A shawl or a jacket on the chair is the difference between leaving early and staying for the last dance.
One small card and you are done.