Dakar Wed 3 Nov

Unexpectedly loud birds cheep one awake. Outside the warm air floats over vines. After breakfast we visit a brand new shopping mall with the kids who are having the day off from the International school especially, The mall is strangely filled with black mannequins and linen suits all sold under the same Paris brands yet in more realistic sizes. Lunch is a fresh sharp tabbouleh by the ocean in the warm tropical air.

In the evening we visit the mammelle that  is unladen with sculpture simply sporting a crumbling but still functioning light house. We watch the setting sun over the atlantic for the first time with fine wine , paris truffles and large garden spiders waving. The evening wind is redolent with the scents of a new and burgeoning city laid out below with far off toots and whistles incomprehensible shouts amid trails of tail light glow.