Tuesday 1 May 2012

Praia, Cape Verde - the morning of the 23rd of April 2012



The visit we were supposed to have at nine was postponed because of a Parlimentary committment on the part of the Deputy we were having a meeting with, so having the morning free we decided to stroll around the Plateau area.


 







View over the Gamboa beach and Achada de Santo Antonio, as seen from the belvedere.














The facade of the Amilcar Cabral Institute, on which some of his own words have been written.



" I have sworn that I shall give my whole life, my whole energy and all of my courage in the capacity I have as a man, till the day I die,  to serving my people in Guinea and cape Verde. At the service of humanity providing my contribution, the one which might be possible, so that the life of mankind may get better in the world. This is what my work will be about" - Amilcar Cabral 1969


The words of a committed man, who is still highly regarded as a former leader who did what he said he would, till the day he was killed. 

Integrity is still accounted for and Cape Verdians know it better than many ...















We headed towards Café Sofia, our first stop. On its inner walls paintings from various artists were to be seen. Outside ... a number of well known faces pertaining to the so called "Literary world" and a few chess players concentrated around the chess boards.




















We then payed a quick visit to the local market, having shown particular interest for the fishing stalls.
















As we were alking along the pedestrian avenue on our way to Quintal da Musica to make a reservation for the musical night we unexpectedly met Muna, a dear teacher from Calheta, who had come to the capital city for the celebrations of the Day of the Teacher.


















On the way back to the pension we stopped at the Sucupira market, where Lurdes bought an African dress for the evening out and we ordered a dress to be specially made for Henriqueta, which we would come for later in the evening, as the Senegalese dressmaker promised to have it ready for her then.







By the time we reached the pension we were exhausted from having walked all throughout the morning, so just  got changed for the afternoon visit and sat down to eat some pizzas at the restaurant next to the pension (Ponto d' incontro), where Ermilinda, a friend of a student of mine showed up to collect a letter and some photos I had brought for her.
























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