At the corner, along a busy road, the pintades look at cars passing by trying to wiggle out from sellers’ hands.
It is one of the few signs of a ‘developing’ country in this town quite modern and sophisticated.
From my office’s window I see a bunch of new buildings and if in the evening you go listening jazz at Nandjelé the skyline has nothing to envy to New York’s one.
Markets are similar to other African towns, but I am not shopping there a lot, lately.
Now it starts raining, the sky is dark.