Arrive in Dakar's long queue to freedom's long queue to family. Hot Paris coat over one hand and big lump of cheese in the other. The 'old cheese' arrives in style as usual.
Kate and Bechir wave from the mob outside the terminal. I'm home! How wonderful!
I am lying on our bed in the long lazy afternoon African sleepy time reading a book to Ana. Kate has gone to fetch Kai from school. Life in the family is sweet.
This afternoon we went to a gallery restaurant filled to the brim on three levels with African art. Masques, massive Dogon doors, pots of clay ... such abundant cramming.
I drank gingembre drink at a large wooded sculptured table on a large comfortable sculptured chair. The sea breeze was cool in the hot afternoon and the smells from the kitchen were inticingly interesting ... although perhaps on the meaty side I suspect.
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