There was no need to leave the gates of paradise. But I wanted to be free, to explore, see what was outside the gates… So we took a walk.
We arrived at the Saloum Delta, where the Saloum River meets the Atlantic, and were escorted to Lodge des Collines de Niassam, a mini-paradise in Palmarin.
We checked into the Ocean Bay Hotel on the seaside resort town of the Gambia called Cape Point, near the high-end diplomatic residences.
And how can you forget fashion in an old Parisian town like Saint Louis?!?
In Senegal, it is virtually impossible to have a bad meal.
Photos from the harbor town of Kayar looked like Cleopatra and Mark Antony sending the Egyptians to war, a scene so rich even the BBC would give up funding it.
Village des Arts was a cluster of artist studios with a central gallery; La Calebasse was an African arts and antiques gallery coupled with a dibiteria.
When I asked my African colleagues where I should go to see the real Africa, towns, markets, culture, food… I was told to go to Senegal.
There are egg tarts and then there are egg tarts.
Under perfect blue skies tens of thousands marched with pride.