I was going through my old diaries the other day and I found entries from a trip to the south of Mali in Africa some years ago.
Medina Coura market is a bit like an iceberg. The bit you see from the street is just the tip – it goes for what seems like kilometres back from the road with windy passageways between the myriad stores.
Last weekend we had a wedding just half a block away from my apartment. First I knew of it was the drums the night before.