Brojon

21 February, 2012 Tarrafal, Cape Verde It was the first time I saw the shut door open. Curiosity was going to make this a late evening. Bracketed by walls of rock and mortar piled high enough to hide all behind it save for the top of a lone palm tree, there has never been anything notable on this quiet street in this quiet coastal town. Until tonight. A diadem of lights woven into the palm's crown blink red, orange, yellow and green. And the door's open. Hard soles and heels scuff cobblestone streets out from the shadows and towards the light cast by a single bulb over the door and the hand painted wooden sign above it : "5al Pedra & Cal". "Why not" I think and not for the last time this late February night. ... read more