One of the many circuitous dirt roads that winds through Virage (the neighborhood where Cap Ouest is located).
There's something poetic about bags of rice "from the American people" piled under phrases from the Koran
Me, trying to pull my skirt as low as possible over my legs, surrounded by (from left): translator extraordinaire Mor, the indefatigable Rokhaya, and members of the JAMRA staff.