It is sunday morning, our second day in the Medina is starting. Today, most of people wash their sheeps,
like on the planet others are washing their cars. Everywhere on the street you can see them drying their woolen
on the sun. In Senegal, the ship is the king : you feed it, you take care of it, you make it fat, and when
there is something important to celebrate, you eat it. On the way between Yoff and the Medina,
Maëlle has seen a poster with written : "Tabaski, a family, a ship".