Horse and Cart

We meander between the huts rooved with dried palm leaves and out towards the baobab and palm forest. The only sound is the gentle click-clack of the horse's hooves on the sand. Yaw, the toddler, is - like me - more relaxed and comfortable in nature. We are companionably silent, transfixed by the landscape. The... Continue Reading →

Monsieur Douane

Monsieur Douane, 'I'm sorry'. <<Je m'excuse>>. I did not realise that there were customs; at Customs. I simply thought your dog was cute. So I stoked it. Was <<NE TOUCHEZ PAS LE CHIEN>> really necessary To bring to a close a moment of tendresse humain? N'est pas, c'est pas la peine. Never mind, it's not... Continue Reading →

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