daily photo niger

on the road

cracked windshield caravan

This is what it's like to drive around on the plateau of the dunes. We had lunch today at some new friends' house. They have what I think is the nicest house in Niamey, with a bike trailer in the driveway--a bike trailer! I forgot about bike trailers! No one here even has a stroller--and funiture imported from Denmark. After lunch by the sparkling pool and drinks in pretty glasses on the lovely cushions of the teak chaise lounges, I was a little shocked to walk out the gate and face reality. "I forgot I was in Niamey," said my ten-year-old daughter. I'll try to get a photo of my new favorite house for you.

What's funny is, we were talking about how liberating it is to live here. I adore fashion, but it's nice to not have to follow it, to not feel funny if you aren't wearing the exact shoe you are suppose to wear. But when I got home, I wanted to live in a different house. Or at least have furniture from Denmark.