Senegalese Matrimonial Masks
‘What did you buy?’ I asked as he emerged from the Dakar Sunday Market.
‘Senegalese matrimonial masks, don’t worry I have one for both of us.’ He winked
It was high
noon
on Sunday and we just spent the morning investigating the Market. As we wandered around the vast daily market I was bombarded by colour - women wearing exquisite colour filled fabrics, brilliant swatches of cloth wound around their bodies and arranged on their heads in enormous bandannas. It was amazing; they flowed throughout market winding their way in and out of the stalls. As the morning fell away the air was becoming permeated with the aroma of roasted peanuts, sizzling shrimp and freshly squeezed lemons. Lunch was been prepared. The movement of the traders, the customers and the tourists all seem to find their natural rhythm within this warm, sunny and colourful country. Some how the chaos worked.
'So what about the Masks?' he persisted 'what are we going to do with them?'
'Oxfam?'
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