Souvenir of Madagascar, it is this smell of spray mixed with the scent of driftwood that flavor the air at dawn, when the sun touches the sea with an orange shine. That morning, aboard a tapered canoe, a fisherman invites me to slide on the shimmering water, where the waves gently break on the blond sand. The rhythmic lapping accompanies our gestures while the net unfolds, vibrating under the emerging light. Some silver fish shudder on its surface, a promise of an upcoming feast.
Back on the beach, activity is in full swing. Women, draped with colorful lambas, sort the catch of the day, exchange smiles and lively words, while children laugh while running between the failed canoes. Further on, under the generous shadow of a baobab, craftsmen shape precious wood objects, accurately sculpting miniature zebus and lemurs' silhouettes. Each piece seems tell a story, a tradition transmitted from generation to generation.
Meal time is approaching, and a delicious smell of coconut and spices floats in the air. A grilled fish dish accompanied by rice and red sauce wakes up my taste buds, while a glass of tamarin juice refreshes this gourmet break. Sitting on a hand -woven mat, I exchange with my hosts in their lifestyle punctuated by the sea and the seasons. Their simple generosity touches me deeply.
When the sun starts its descent, I let myself be carried by the show of the fiery sky, a reflection of a day imbued with authenticity. Under my fingers, a small pendant pendant, offered by a village craftsman. A humble treasure loaded with emotion, a memory of Madagascar that I will cherish for a long time, symbol of a timeless day, lulled by the soul of a welcoming people and proud of their traditions.
While the night gently wraps the village, the first stars sparkle above the canoes aligned on the shore. One last look at the horizon, a last breath of sea air, and I know that this day will remain engraved in me.
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