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Indeed the compound is fully part of the village's day to day life: a museum it may be, but a living one. “We wish to develop ourselves in an intelligent way, preserving our traditional architecture and bringing in cultural tourism,” says Bernard, who is a leading member of the local development association. He is a step ahead of many of his fellow countrymen, who nurture illusions about finding well-paid jobs in France and returning with buckets of money.

Then we stroll towards the open-air market, grateful for the shade of the acacias and mango trees, as the temperature climbs to its noon high of 40°C. The vendors are nearly all women, clad in colorful wraparound “pagnes”,
another cloth tied around their heads.

They sit on rocks or logs, their wares in plastic basins at their feet. Purplish nuts, fried millet cakes, bunches of alien leaves, little bags of white powders or black grains...hardly any of the exotic foodstuff looks familiar. But nobody begs or tries to sell me anything! A very welcome change from Ouagadougou, where flocks of street hawkers followed me ceaselessly, thrusting pirate DVDs or Touareg jewelry in my face, just shouting lower and lower prices as I repeated that I was not interested.