When Dakarois ask me how I like Dakar, the answers that come up in my mind are generally negative: it's noisy, it's dirty, the vendor are beyond pushy, some of the men are beyond obnoxious.
But then I remember people like Babacar (in black) who sold me a pair of Clark's which saved my life when my feet swelled up the first week. Every day when I go to French class, I stop to greet him, and he always smiles to hear that I am still so happy with my shoes.
