we hunted. we hunted for clothes, for shoes, for things we didn’t know we needed.
we were on a mission to stay focused in the whirlwind of fabric and colors that is the friperie market of Bamako.
i followed the leader, the expert, the one who knew how to best communicate with the Boutiquier Masters of Piles of Clothes.
and less patiently.
we got to know the neighbors.
there was trying on and trying off and guessing,
yeses and nos, and cash exchanged hands.
and in the end,
all parties left satisfied,
and tuckered out.