Flowers are not gone

Sunny Sunday in the crazy calm city.
Exhibition. Lunch at "Al Hotel", at the white building; next by, a malagasy Sunday families and a man playing guitar (from despacito to minuet). Then walking until the taxi station of Tsiadana with Ravaka, and drop her to her house. The driver was at his first trips and the hill of Ambatobe was a good exercise.
At home it was time for exchanging feelings with Carla, but the cold I got, made me stopping it for a while to prepare a ginger infusion. This infusion burnt my belly.
Definitely, ending this day was a good decision.
Very nice sunny burning, while colding sunday indeed!