Toliara is much smaller than the capital city, Antananarivo, where Tessa has lived for the past two years and where I had visited her. There are fewer cars and more people travel on foot or bike or in “pouss-pouse” which are the Malagasy equivalent of a rickshaw. The roads are much wider and the town seems cleaner. However, poverty is everywhere and there is a fairly obvious gap between the businesses that are here for the wealthy French and those that are here for the everyday resident. One of my favorite things about coming to Madagascar has always been the color, there is so much of it everywhere!! The people dress in colorful clothes, the buildings are bright, the street vendors all have brightly colored wares, and of course all of the color is reflected by the sun. As the days pass I will try to pass along any nifty goings ons or dandy pictures that come my way. Here are a few to get us started.
A street, those are Pouse-Pouse.
And a little puppy I met while shopping :D
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