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.
Konstantin Bessmertny’s latest show “AD LIB” at the Macau Museum of Art is hardly improvised – each piece is consciously littered with mirth and mischief.