I can hardly describe #Senegal in one post. I am currently writing an article about it (in French, sorry for the ones who just need to be born in an english-speaking country to understand the world). I took this shot on the commercial port of Saint Louis. 30 seconds before I snapped it, an old lady (at least 70 years old) was yelling at me, agressively, because she was upset that an apparently white and wealthy boy was collecting memories out of her everyday pain. Maybe was she also upset that I could make money through it. She was right, on almost every point. And I understand her, I would have done the same thing. But still I was there, lost in between two culture, just to bring back a part of the truth of the world we are living in. And as all is relative, the same evening, I've met a very smily sheperd who asked me about my day. When I said that I spent my day exploring Saint-Louis and mostly the port, without mentioning such episode, he told me: " Damn! You might have had such bad times with the fishermen community there. Saint-Louis is a beautiful town but people there are special. You might think they are miserable according to their way of life but... they are among the richest people in the country. A bit miseducated maybe... Please don't mind about them, you are welcome." The end. 🇸🇳 NB: That pic is not related to this comment except that this lady wearing her beautiful outfit passed by me in the middle of the market while the old lady was grabbing my sleeves, certainly asking me to put down my camera. #storytelling http://ift.tt/2vjBKQt
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