Yon ti flann
A few photos taken while wandering (flannen-ing) around Limonad on Good Friday evening.
Paulon, Isabel and Shayna in the yard outside their house. The pile of tyres they are sitting on is actually the top of the family's well.
Dominoes. The guy on the right has clothes pegs clipped to his face as a penalty: each game you lose results in one peg on the face.
Karate practice, on a rooftop at dusk.
Peter, the little boy on the right, is posing, while the woman going home from the market is hoping to avoid being caught in a photograph. The mural behind them is not a reflection of municipal pride in the town of Limonade, but instead an advertisement for the soft drink of the same name.
Madame Eman, the best restauranteur in Limonad. Here she is serving mayi moulen (ground corn in a spicy sauce) for my lunch today. Despite my protests, Eman always reserves her largest bowl for me, and makes sure she fills it. I am still full several hours later.
Paulon, Isabel and Shayna in the yard outside their house. The pile of tyres they are sitting on is actually the top of the family's well.
Dominoes. The guy on the right has clothes pegs clipped to his face as a penalty: each game you lose results in one peg on the face.
Karate practice, on a rooftop at dusk.
Peter, the little boy on the right, is posing, while the woman going home from the market is hoping to avoid being caught in a photograph. The mural behind them is not a reflection of municipal pride in the town of Limonade, but instead an advertisement for the soft drink of the same name.
Madame Eman, the best restauranteur in Limonad. Here she is serving mayi moulen (ground corn in a spicy sauce) for my lunch today. Despite my protests, Eman always reserves her largest bowl for me, and makes sure she fills it. I am still full several hours later.
posted by Rob at 6:32 pm
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