Amidst the chaos of streets in Dakar, the occasional Baobab trees still seem shocking. The sheer girth seems to have caused the sprawl of the city to pause and move around each one. This one sits next to the corniche on the corner of a villa that didn't seem to dare try to wall it in, and therefore walled it out.
It also serves as an art gallery, and these were two of my favorite pieces. Based on the palettes and chairs between the tree and wall, it might also be a residence although no one was here last Sunday.
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