Dakar …Creating life memories..:)

Tag: travel

  • Story’oo de Pineapple smoothie:)

    “Baby girl you bad o
    Girl, the way you whine
    I dey mad over you, girl
    I dey mad over you, girl”

    Mad over you -Runtown❤️

    Salam out there, I hope you are enjoying the remaining of your summer:)

    I am learning to just listen to mes envies-you know les petits plaisirs de la vidad. I had an acupuncture therapy session today and from the moment I woke up this morning I had a craving for a pineapple smoothie. I had visited the Maison des Arts a couple of times already , et je me sens à l’aise dans cet endroit coloré. Maybe it’s the art enthusiast in me or maybe it’s the quietness of the space. It might be both, I really enjoy this unpretentious & pretty eatery. The staff is attentive and not overbearing.

    On my way to my acupuncture session, I rode with a very young impolite Yango driver. He was arrogant , played music super loudly, had this” I dont want to drive yet I am driving” vibe to him.I remained calm et il s’est défoulé as he pleased .Once we reached my destination, he was looking for change and stopped traffic for a few minutes.I suggested he parked further and he responded that the other drivers could just wait. I didn’t reply back,I knew the best way to teach him a very needed lesson would be to grade him via the Yango online survey. The worst part was that both his vehicle & his driving were decent but it was uncomfortable being around him.Anyways thus continues the Yango chronicles 😌.

    At the medical center, while waiting for my appointment I was observing the various patients sitting with me in the waiting area.I paid attention to each person’s shoes , body language & vibe. There was a Senegalese woman who seemed worried, 2 Indian men who had this disciplined vibe and were wearing leather thongs. There was a French seasoned man with his child who was playing with color pencils . He seemed enamored with his child, was not saying much but was very attentive to him. A 20 something young Lebanese man was busy on his phone . He was wearing a pair of cool Nike sneakers and a gold bracelet à son poignet. A delivery man came in full of enthusiasm greeting every one. An artsy Senegalese man with locks was busy filling in paper work. Once he was done, he opened a book he brought and immersed himself in it. Then there was me, bopping my head to some old R& B songs . I was reminiscing of times when we rushed home to watch new videos, it was exciting back then.

    After my appointment , I finally got to enjoy for a few minutes a pineapple smoothie. The waiter asked if I wanted something else and I said with a smile no:) It’s ok to just go to a restaurant for a simple drink if that’s all you wanted. I sure enjoyed it!

    ‘Till next time 🙂

    Yaye

    “Baby girl you bad o
    Girl, the way you whine
    I dey mad over you, girl
    I dey mad over you, girl”

    Mad over you -Runtown❤️

  • Health, the biggest gift!

    “A healthy outside starts from the inside.”      – Robert Urich

    Salam out there, hope this finds you feeling well from the inside to the outside:)

    Life took me to the Fann Hospital. Memories of the various times I accompanied both my parents to the hospital when they were facing health challenges came to mind. Alhamdoulilah they are both doing well. I hadn’t visited this hospital in years, but I have passed in front of it countless of times. Last week ,I watched a few street graffiti artists draw on the walls sous le regard des passants. I think their art work might have been commissioned for the upcoming Jeux Olympiques de la Jeunesse. When I first arrived at the hospital the first thing that caught my attention was the absence of police officers at the door. In other Dakarois hospitals the police asks for identification.


    The medical center is vast.Watching the people walking in to visit their loved ones, I was reminded of the fragility of life. Some women were lying down on mats , some appeared very tired, others seemed lost in their thoughts. I imagined they were waiting to hear positive health news concerning their loved ones . Some women were carrying lunch dishes tied with African cloth. I was reminded of the African sense of solidarity that is taught from one generation to the next. This prompted me to think that I need to teach or show examples of compassion towards the sick to my own daughter. In Mali, when one family member is unwell, the whole family comes to visit and spend the whole day. In African culture ,when someone is at the hospital the news travel fast, everybody calls to support the sick and his family.

    People participate if they can monetarily as well. The hospital is one of the few places that remind you that time moves slow and fast depending on each person’s perspective. I noticed this young man feeding a sick young woman. He was sitting facing her, they were sharing a plate of tieboudiene ,Senegal’s official dish. From their body languages I could tell they were very close. I was hesitating between siblings or lovers. Whatever they are to each other, there was lots of love between them. As humans , we all need each other. Anybody could get very ill and need someone to stay by their side. While I was sitting by the entry and exit doors I was watching the ballet of people coming in and leaving. Around 6 PM, I watched some of the nurses whose shifts ended all dressed up to go home. One thing about Senegalese women from all backgrounds, they are very much so in love with fashion.


    This year batik in all kinds of color is the biggest trend.I imagined that the job of a caretaker is not easy. Seeing people feeling unwell cannot be easy. Watching helplessy parents, spouses , kids either be sick or supporting their loved ones must be emotionally tough. I wonder how do they not take their work back home. It’s one of the most noble profession, bravo à eux. Earlier, around lunch time a truck pulled up and soon after I saw women rushing towards it. It was later explained to me that every Friday one of the most influential marabout of our city helps the families of the sick by providing free food & drinks. Hospital bills can be so expensive. The number of medical scans sometimes required can add up quickly to an expensive budget.Ce n’est vraiment pas facile. May God help us all, Ameen.

    ‘Till next time InshAllah:)

    Yaye




  • Matu Café..ah bon hein:)

    “Nah, nah, nah
    No guarantee
    Nah, nah, nah
    No guarantee.”

    Chico Debarge -No Guarantee

    The lyrics of this end of 90s’s early 2000’s R& B song came in mind when I stepped inside of the Matu Cafe.Je ne sais pas, maybe it’s because the orange and green tones made me think of that video..I don’t know:) Memory association is fascinating..maybe it was because of the soulful music playing in the background..I don’t know..But tout celaa pour dire que the vibe inside of the eatery was already my “kind of vibe”.

    I was meeting friends of mine, siblings duo Amy & Moha.Whenever they are visiting Dakar & have free time , we always manage to hang out at least once. It’s always pure laughter and good vibes. Amy is the one suggested we met at Matu Cafe.It was my first time hearing of it, she further explained that it was owned by a Senegalese woman who moved back to the 221 to follow her dreams of opening a coffee shop.

    I visited the cafe’s instagram and looked through their online menu & was agréablement surprised. The restaurant is located in the neighborhood of Mermoz where I spent a big part of my life. The neighborhood has changed a lot lately, there are new luxury apartment buildings, pilates studio and now the Matu Cafe. I am sure people living near by are probably very happy about this new eatery.

    Across the street ,there is a dance studio where my daughter has been a regular since maybe she was 5 years old. When I arrived at the coffeeshop, I was greeted by an amiable attendant who showed me to my table with a big smile. Maybe because it was early morning , the cafe was not crowded yet..which selfishly I like lol. There were 2 gentlemen having a chat , a hijabi woman on her computer. While waiting for my friends, I enjoyed un chocolat viennois “au chaud” comme disent nos frères Ivoiriens 😀.

    Soon after the siblings arrived, in between catching up, we ordered our breakfasts. Moha had the chicken waffles, Amy had the Senegalese omelette and I tried the croissant Benedicte. The portions were reasonable and the plating was pleasant & neat. All 3 of us enjoyed our morning meals.

    Our trio also enjoyed talking about working out; we talked pilates, running and paddle. Amy shared that she really enjoyed pilates because it really engages the body in its entirety. I have been wanting to try a class but for beginners, like a soft introduction to this practice😅 I know it’s a” big trend” in Dakar right now..pilates this , pilates that lol…which is not a bad thing. I really just want a chill environment not too uppity..just a pleasant vibe. I really am also looking for a class with a focus on breath & meditation.I will keep looking online et continuer à me renseigner.

    Before leaving the coffeehouse, I wanted to try one of their fruity soft drinks. I chose the Mangoe Passion cocktail with une tranche de citron which made for a beautiful visual dégradé color combo . It gave me the right boost of energy I needed this morning. The next treat I would like to try there , is the carrot cupcake..affaire à suivre donc 🙂

    Till next time InshAllah:

    Yaye

    “Nah, nah, nah
    No guarantee
    Nah, nah, nah
    No guarantee.”

    Chico Debarge -No Guarantee

  • Showing up…matters:)

    Salam out there, hope life is treating you kindly:)

    I was invited to my little nephew’s kindergarten birthday party. It was a cute little get together with little children between the ages of 2 &3 years old. When I arrived, they were all sitting very politely around the table decorée with a black tablecloth for the special occasion. From their nonchalant behaviors, it was apparent that they were used to having birthday parties at school. Some looked cutely sleepy, some trying to figure out what the fuss was about and others probably ready to just eat birthday cake.

    Birthday parties at this age are mostly enjoyable for parents lol .”We’ve all been there. As parents, we’re so proud, and on those days our minds drift back to their first steps, their first words, their first everything.

    Witnessing them in kindergarten learning new songs, new words . After long days at work, coming home and noticing progress in the way they talk or behave is always moving. My cousin told me to be there at 10 AM sharp. I hate being late & thankfully I got there right on time. La maîtresse and her assistants run a tight ship, the children were well behaved.



    I actually thought it would start on African time lol but elles n’ont pas le temps, they have other things to do. My nephew was ready to dig his spoon in his birthday cake & his mother kept telling him to wait. My cousin was beaming with pride watching her little boy interact with his friends and I realized how important it is to show up for family. She did and does the same for me and many other family members. Every year since she was born, she gifts my daughter with a birthday cake. I know when she gets older, she will be grateful for all the love she showed her. . I remember “big cousins” of mine gifting me basic things like a pair of pants, candy..I especially remember my cousin Madina sending me a pair of creme casual pants from France (that was big deal back then)…

    It’s” nothing to her,” she forgot all about it & when I reminded her of it , she was shocked to know that it meant a lot to me as a teenager.

    Showing up for children whatever their age matters, they might not show it right away but as they get older they will remember the little moments of joy you brought to their life.

    There was another boy who was celebrating his birthday as well. His mother was running a few minutes late, but once she arrived we celebrated his birthday with another joyful rendition of the universal birthday song.

    We all joined in and made the birthday boy & his mother feel celebrated.Just as my cousin, she was beaming with pride, taking a” 100 pictures” as any proud mother does. Both these mothers took time out of work to be there for their sons. The kids truthfully looked uninterested at times lol…you know the look little children give when you are trying to get them to smile in public and they look at you as if you were invisible lol.. yet a second later they are jumping up, clapping their hands and saying :”maman..” lol.


    After enjoying chocolate cakes, it was time to party, the MC aka la maitresse put on some music and the children were invited to shake it of lol..It didnt take much convincing for some children, but my nephew had other things to do lol..he wanted to drink some more juice lol.The other mother was so cute..dancing happily with other kids, kissing on her own child..My cousin joined in and soon it was a big party lol..definitly one cute human experience:)

    His nounou was also present, it’s important to give nounous their flowers.They are the ones to stay with the children during the day when parents are busy working .They are the ones who feed them, wait for them for long hours when they are at school or at school activities . They get attached to the children and yet have to find the delicate balance between being there and knowing when to step back.It’s not always easy…Amadou’s birthday celebration was a reminder that Amadou’s birthday celebration was a gentle reminder that showing up matters. Sometimes our physical presence is the greatest gift we can give the people we love.

    ‘Till next time InshAllah:)

    Yaye

  • Urbanista Bistro, the 221 Way:)

    Hello out there, hope this post finds you doing well:)

    Hun hun je peux commencer, Ziiri (a Bambara word that means un conte ou histoire)..When I was a little girl ,every time there was a power outage my mother would tell us stories in Bambara . I remember my siblings & I listening with anticipation, lol stories of animals and words of wisdom lol ..those were the good old days:)

    Anyways ..back to “my sorties dans Dakar”..This time it was to meet my friend Marissa who was visiting Dakar with her lovely children.She suggested we meet at @urbanista.bistro au Point E. This is the second friend of mine who while visiting from abroad suggested meeting at this bistro..I am going to ask them why they chose this particular place, I am curious to see if it’s internet suggested or friends reviews.

    I believe I have been there twice before over a year ago. I remember the flower wall papers & the pink tone inside of the restaurant. While I was waiting for her, I ordered an orange juice and looked around. There were a few men lunching either in groups or en mode solo. I imagine that they work around the area..there are a lot of businesses and ONG’s around.

    Soon after, my friend arrived with her little ones, I had met her 2 beautiful daughters when they were little and I was finally introduced to her cute little boy. We found seats for our big party of 5 , kids were given des crayons de couleurs and des feuilles de coloriage…that was a nice touch, it keeps children busy and entertained.


    She ordered a seafood pizza for the children, for herself a burger and I had un medallion de boeuf & 1 gratin dauphinois. The ambiance in the bistro was chill, business guys were sharing laughter and good meals. We took our time, didn’t even feel the hours go by, she mentioned that it’s been 6 years since we had last seen each other ..time truly flies. I could not believe that Covid happened 6 years ago, it’s like it was just yesterday when we had to quarantine around the world..what a time !

    I noticed the customers were mainly male ,several businessmen would come and go, lunch on their own or have other friends join them over time. It was interesting to see & hear men relax and talk among themselves, share laughter talk about life..let their guards down just as we would do among women. I noticed a beautiful duo of hijabi women coming in, laughing , sitting not far from us, and a few minutes later change sits..I think the presence of the group of men nearby made them shy lol I get it..it can be intimidating.

    Marissa & I also chatted for hours …women talk lol, she’s a law professor in the US. It’s good to see friends achieve professional goals and contribute to society. Professors & teachers are so essential in all our lives, we all have that one teacher that inspired us to become better people and to go after our personal goals despite life difficulties. Anyways..it was really nice catching up with her & her lovely family:)

    urbanista.bistro on IG.

    ‘Till next time InshAllah:)

    Yaye

  • Porte du Millénaire,ouvre toi:)

    Hello out there, hope life is treating you well .

    I was not feeling my best physically this weekend so I didn’t work out on Sunday ,it’s flue season here and my immune system was not at its best. I figured I would go for a walk and enjoy the sunset view by the Corniche Ouest downtown Dakar. I dont usually work out there but I felt like changing scenery today .I felt like feeling the pulse of the Corniche Ouest by sunset & also wanted to feel the vibe of the fitness enthusiasts there

    .

    When I reached la Porte du Millénaire, there were crowds of people walking, buying fruit snacks, juice , water .Les maads sont de saison and several brave women entrepeneurs have set up tables on which they sell cups of maad jams, cups of slices of mangoes among other snacks. What I find interesting is that they all sell the same things sitting right next to each other. Some of the vendors also sell popcorns, there are also the forever Corniche Jambars :the coconuts vendors, these men are so brave pushing daily their carts of coconuts from one area to another.

    Last year the city had prohibited street food sellers from doing business at the Corniche so I was surprised to see so many of them around.At the same time, this is how they feed their families and themselves. I walked around and went down by the beach, there were groups of young men playing beach soccer, others doing some cardio workout on the sand. I sat down for a little while, enjoyed the view .It’s definitely a different vibe from the Corniche Ouest by Sea Plaza, I like” my Corniche” maybe because I know it very well, it’s more spacious I feel or maybe I am biased lol

    There used to be swings and I heard that people stole them…it’s a pity , kids used to have fun on them. The street photographers are still around, doing photoshoots for the young girls who want to have memories from their outing there.I remenbered that there were des colorful marches where people would work out and I figured I was feeling well enough to engage in a light workout session. When I reached the steps, there was a group lead by the voice of a woman, I was pleasantly surprised to hear that. I started my solo session, there was a little girl who was imitating my moves lol it was cute.

    From afar I could see lightnings , rain was not too far I decided to order my Yango ride before it started. As I was waiting for it, I heard the loud voice of a woman street vendor… she was screaming , cursing and people were just watching her I guess she’s not new to the shouting game. Another woman was yelling back and no one was truly stepping in so I figured it’s street market business as always.

    When my Yango driver reached , we engaged in an interesting conversation, he was driving an electrical car, I asked him why he chose that.He explained that he works in communication and out of curiosity decided to drive electric as a side hustle. He wanted to understand more of that industry and also shared that he does content for drivers. He explained that some of our drivers should be more professional in the way they drive and engage with their customers….interesting conversation:)

    ‘Till next time InshAllah:)

    Yaye

  • L’Épicerie , allons:)



    Hello out there , hope this post finds you doing well.

    Lately I have been posting a lot about places I am discovering or rediscovering au gré de mes envies and lately it’s been lots of culinary spots. I was in the mood to eat something light at a low key spot..just a chill spot where I could enjoy some me time au calme.

    I decided to go to l’Épicerie, I had been there a couple of years ago and I remenber sitting at the colorful terrace where I enjoyed a plate of spinach raviolis, and I also remenber the colorful sits and funky stairs.

    Today I wanted something lighter so I chose a Caesar salad and un jus d’orange pressé. My daughter turned 13 years old today Alhamdoulilah and a friend of hers wanted to surprise her with a birthday cake and soft drinks at her dance class..I Thought that was so kind of her, these young girls are so free minded and resourceful , back when I was 13 years old I was not thinking of throwing surprise parties for my friends, she gave me suggestions for de bonnes addresses patisseries & decided to pick the drinks and bring cups and plates.

    As I was enjoying my lunch, I was thinking of the notion of time going by fast and I also was appreciating slowing down in this cool spot with an Italian flair. When I sat down, behind me there was a group of women chatting away, some dressed in athletic wear.I assumed they came from a yoga class or something light and were catching up as busy women do..

    The restaurant was quiet, I was greeted by une agreable serveuse who I could tell was ready for her shift to end..I dont blame her lol saturday afternoons downtown Dakar are rather quiet , plus its summer , many people have left for summer vacation and it’s also extremely but extremely hot.


    When I first got there , I went straight upstairs, I had forgotten that there were sits inside..She suggested I had lunch inside, thank God because I was sweatinnnng lol..

    Before I eft the downtown area, I also stopped by @pausedouceur.sn to see my friend Carla who works there and to also succomber to mon péché mignon..une tranche de fondant au chocolat noir…the best in town might I add.I also took the time to walk around the city a little bit..its one of my favorite time to do so, on weekends the city respire il y’a moins de monde , c’est agréable..:)

    ‘Till next time:)

    Yaye

  • Ynedi..inedit vraiment:)

    Hello out there…I hope this post find you wherever you are in the world doing well ..à la genie in a bottle , in my Christina Aguilera voice lol… Here I am organically discovering le made in Dakar au gré des occasions et du fond de pocket lol very important …This time I wanted to gift my sister in law with a dress made au 221, she is from Dakar but currently lives abroad so I figured she would like something de coquet de tres feminin that would remind her of her birthplace & the brand https://ynedishop.com/home/ came to mind.

    I figured I could not grow wrong with this brand that sells luxurious boubous and elegant dresses. Living abroad sometimes as African people we might have “get togethers” to attend..it might be a wedding , a baptism ceremony and you might want to wear something current & easy to wear no matter the different seasons. I went to their first boutique, I was greeted by a friendly woman who explained that they had moved to another location not too far..another woman who works there was kind enough to suggest taking me to the second location .We had a friendly chat about the brand as we we were walking there . We talked about how sometimes women me included want casual to wear for work or just for every day for the sake of feeling pretty in beautiful artisanal made in Dakar wear…


    Once we reached their new spot we were greeted by other friendly sales women..I was in a hurry and Dior helped me find this beautiful lemon green tunique dress that we agreed was lovely …I also fell in a love with a white dress and a floral skirt…definitely another brand I would visit again. Their instagram ID is :

    y_nedi

    Till’ next time InshAllah:)

    Yaye

  • Burger ..Sen Burger I tried:)


    Hello out there, I hope life is treating you well:)

    It was Saturday today, and I was in the mood to try a good burger somewhere by the beach and just take the time to chill and savourer the taste of ground beef, caramelized onions and veggies.After doing some research online, I read good reviews about Sen ‘Burger and saw that it was located by the beach of the Almadies. Their burger menu was quite diversified : veggie burgers, chicken burgers and so many different types..Of I went … I ordered a Yango ride, the driver was very friendly we talked children, education, the need d’avoir des reperes dans la vie…I shared some of my experience as a mother, we laughed about how kids are so bold now , he is an upcoming father and he shared how he wanted his kid to first learn the Quran before going to school.I thought that was great..its been said that children who study the Quran when they are young tend to have great academic abilities later on in life…bref it was a good conversation.

    When I reached the place ,I was greeted by a professional and friendly receptionist..I took the time to pick my burger I tried the omelette burger ( à la Sénégalaise)..I went around 4 pm because I read online that it was best to avoid rush hours and I really wanted to take my time and just chill & enjoy the view..I went upstairs, it was only I ,and a mother /daughter duo enjoying a good chat…The fries were really crispy and tasty, the burger was pretty big & savory

    I also liked that the staff was chill, probably because it was hot and they themselves were probably enjoying the quietness before customers arrive later on this evening. I also liked that you could enjoy a nice view of the sunset early eveningI also had a fresh smoothie all natural no added sugar…definitily a place I would go back to…it’s chill, cozy , unpretentious .

    On my way home I had a different conversation this time with another Yango driver, he asked what type of music I liked and encouraged me to chose whatever I wanted to listen to. He is a die hard soccer fan , we had a good chat about la defaite de l’equipe Senegalese at the World Cup, I was interested in what he had to say about the loss and why did he think we did not succeed…bref a nice outing. Here is the website:https://www.senburger.com

    ‘Till next time InshAllah:)

    Yaye

  • Football..ement, la Coupe du Monde Edition’26:)

    Salam out there, hope this post finds you doing well:)

    ” Make sure your life is full of I cant believe I did it instead of I wish I did”.

    I don’t know the author of this quote but I came across it while I was debating going to watch the game at a popular Dakarois restaurant I had never been to..Coming across it, definitely encouraged me to take my daughter and I on a football date..mind you, I have not watched yet in its entirety any of the WC games..only clips and it was enough for me, watching all of these people travel to the USA under these complicated and unwelcoming conditions but while there enjoying themselves has been really cool..watching the video reactions of some Americans who had no real knowledge of the global football culture was amusing. It truly was the big “American sleepover” as they call it.I have enjoyed watching the Norwegian and Scottish fans bringing their culture and their enthusiasm to jaded Americans.

    I also felt bad for the Iranian players having to travel back and forth from Mexico to the USA on game days. It has also been a joy to watch the Senegalese and Ivoirian fans welcoming the soccer teams at the various airports ,loved the reactions of the world to the Congolese team who represented for the legendary Congolese sapologie and also brought heart and talent to this International event . From this WC ,I will remenber the tenacity of the Cap Verdian team, and the sense of fun the team of Curacao brought..

    I will also remember our Senegalese team working hard but having a very difficult time…their parcours at this WC has not been easy with polemiques and unfortunate results…let’s just say these were not the glorious days of the CAN yet no one can say that they did not deserve their spot there…My daughter and I started our mother & daughter date first at @chiktayafrica (on Instagram) where we enjoyed some crepes salées and watched the end of the Congo/ England game…I really hoped they would have won ..it’s always a little weird when you watch an all full African team competing with an European team with African players..there is nothing wrong with it per say..I just imagine when they win the complexity of feelings they must feel .from joy to compassion and maybe a bit of guilt for winning against their “brothers” …anyways it was a good game… We chilled there a little bit before walking across the road to go to our final destination the restaurant Exotic Beach to watch the Senegalese team.

    A la porte , it was already a vibe a friendly bouncer told me that it was 10 000 francs CFA /person to watch the game with a free homemade cocktail..I already knew that because I had called the day before. We had the choice to pick our seats at this beach restaurant….des fauteuils des petites tables..they were smart and I am sure they made “good money” that day. In the crowd were young French Senegalese men on vacation smoking hookak chasing stress away… men coming from work ..there to enjoy the game with their friends, young shy hijabi girls who probably just like us had seen an ad for this collective viewing experience online.There were also young charming young mothers with their little kids, you could tell they took their time to pick their outfits, put on their makeup and dress their children.I imagine the mental gymanistics it takes to be present feel pretty and still deal with early motherhood.

    Les maillots du Senegal were on full display: vert jaune rouge just like those good old CAN days..My lil one who is not used to smokey environments kept mentioning here and there the heavy smoke…yako! We ordered some food, I had a delicious “poulet moyo” with des alocos..African style and she had a delicious tiramisu…At first we really thought we were going to to win, Senegal quickly score, 1 goal and another 1 goal…the Belgian team seemed defeated..people in the restaurant were cheering dancing, the music was on ” Charger , charger” lol ..bref we really thought we got this…unfortunately we lost…people are blaming the coach of course, there were some huge technical errors…ect..of course people are very angry and disappointed.

    Ce que j’en retiens c’est que there is real potential, talent, grit and that in 4 years we will better prepared InshAllah. My little one who watches soccer games with her grandfather who is a die hard football fan felt disenchanted…but I guess because it was a festive environment she didn’t cry, but on our way home I could tell the emotions were catching up with her.It took us some time to get home, lots of traffic ..I suppose many people had the same idea as us and went to watch the game at various restaurants near by..En tout cas… overall it was a cool experience to be all united by our citoyenneté and sense of hope..:)

    ‘Till next time InshAllah..

    Yaye