We hunted.
We hunted for clothes, for shoes, for things we didn’t know we needed.
We were on a mission to stay focused inside the whirlwind of fabric, colors, voices, and knick knacks that is the friperie market of Bamako.
I followed the leader, the expert, the one who knew how to best liaise with the Boutiquier Masters of Piles of Clothes.
We went boutique to boutique, stack to stack, dress to shirt to skirt…
We moved from bed sheets to clothes to shoes and back again.
We waited patiently, for shop keepers to bring their gems, and for each other.
We waited a bit less patiently as well.
We got to know the neighbors.
There was trying on and trying off things, lots of questions and guessing,
yeses and nos, and cash exchanged hands.
In the end,
all parties left satisfied,
and tuckered out.
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