Zanzibar

The young man brought out a finely carved wooden kist and placed it in front of the old man, who was now kneeling in front of us. With another silent flick of his head he instructed the boy to close the heavy door to his shop. A perfume escaped from the kist and cut into the muggy air that weighed upon us.

Allan Taylor, author Luanshya musings

Historic door in Stone Town

                                                    Stone town Zanzibar

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