None of us could go home without buying African souvenirs. I've already bought LOTS of bright cotton fabrics and had dresses made for me and shirts for Joe. The Marche de Fleurs is the perfect place to find all those other things: batik pictures and tablecloths, carvings and statuary, jewelry, games, and fresh flowers galore - and there were little outdoor cafes where we could get charcoaled fish with plantain and rice, or beans and rice, or spicy grilled chicken skewers, peanuts, and other things we couldn't recognize - all of it street food - No! no! Carol and I settled for a beer and comforted ourselves with hopes that we'd bartered well for our purchases.
I really do appreciate Ruth's help bartering for 20 carved ebony elephants. David, it smells like something died in the box that I got for such a great price - no wonder that guy sold it cheap! The batik tablecloths are wonderful, and Carol and I are totally absorbed with the board game - too bad we don't have endless money to play with.
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