Tabaski day dawns to the muezzin chanson and the bleat ot mouton replaces the normal daily roar of F15's. We imagine.too much.
We are invited to a Tabaski feast, dress up and make shortbread with the young scion who is clearly a chef in waiting. The party is genial with genuine friendship, multi -lingualness and playing children. The vegetarian fare is wonderful to see and I'm honoured to be treated with so much regard. The talk is UN and the day hot. We return home for the arvo and I try to make rhythmics on a very fine djembe to farewell the millions of ,mouton now out of their misery. Sheila cooks a fine pesto for us all.
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