La vieille piscine

Every so often there are times of repose from French learning and seminars - we like to ride our bikes down to the old swimming pool, abandoned during the war.


Or kick it old style with African Mac & Cheese (thank you 'Laughing Cow' cheese for selling in Côte d'Ivoire) and our roommates. I think of my Georgian friend, Lydia, every time we drink sweet tea on the swing on our porch.


Or Kolo and I chat between sewing projects and preparation for dinner.