London's contender
though the write up was good, we were washed out...
and begging for a place to stay. Our hostel Anglais let us down
we drowned our sorrows in a 4 stars hotel,
went to the old town to boire un verre caipi bien sur,
where the youngest business man juggles coconuts for peanuts
already handling life's heavy load.
They glorify the slave days here in the square.
We didn't see the best of this beautiful city.
My painting of sea,a coconut tree mountains, TLC.
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