Somber rainy days walking down Basse-Ville (or the Lower Town) make for grumpy boys and girls. Wet, cold and tired, we walked the streets wishing for a ray of sunshine. Nope. With no sun it sight, we tried to make the best of it. Yeah. That didn’t work. Meals became quick affairs, conversations fizzled out to comfortable silence; we counted down the minutes until we could be tucked into our beds dreaming for better days.
PS, check out how little and red this door is!!