It seemed as if we had arrived at where the wedding had taken place a quarter hour after the ceremony had been over and the guests left, but the bleating of the vuvuzela was still heard all around the place occupied by millions of football fans who for a whole month scrutinized every part of South Africa as though it were a lovely bride in a wedding dress studded with blue jewels extracted from the rich bottom of the earth, dancing to the tune of the waka waka