and always the sea....

The sea surrounds Dakar as it is a peninsula jutting out to the sea.  I hear the sea from my room at Residence Ba.  I go there and watch horses adorned in ribbons and decorated harnesses, prancing, seemingly proud to pull rickety carts behind them.  In the evening, we weave in and out of active soccer games, all of them could be professionals.  They give us a path through.