Candid shots at the compound - preparing a Congolese meal for the family with Ruthe, Benite and Eric!
One of these things is not like the others.....in this lively little market, full of aggressively rusty drooping gutters.
There is no good explanation for this picture.
Is anyone else picking up on a decidedly racial subtext beneath this exchange?
A little bit of bluesy Americana to round out a face melting set of jazz, kwassa kwassa and rhumba by the river.
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