MZANZI ISSUE 16

Explore HEADER Africa
“
Perhaps I imagined it, or perhaps it was real…
in Madagascar you never can tell the difference.
But the first time I stepped off a plane into the humid
and fragrant air of Antananarivo, I smelled it everywhere.
Vanilla. Intoxicating and alluring. In the crowded open-air
markets, on the bustling streets full of French cars from
the 1960s, inside dark colonial government buildings, on
tropical beaches under palm trees, beneath the ancient
ceiling fans of old-world restaurants, in the coolness of
shuttered private homes, in the flowing black hair of
beautiful women, on the porches where old men played
dominoes. Yes, everywhere.
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