Jun 27
Let us imagine !
...On a clear night in the eighteenth or nineteenth century, some wind, songs in the distance. In the courtyard of a Kuba house, a reception is being prepared. In a room opening onto a hibiscus garden, where red birds sometimes pass by, a woman is seated. Elegant, impressive, her hair tied into thousands of braids. She has just colored her skin for the festivities and is putting the powder back into her box. The night has not yet truly begun, but she is already drinking palm wine from her massive cup and smoking a few puffs of tobacco brought straight from the Americas.