January 29, 1934

. . . on their heads. Native mosques with their sandals at the entrances; natives without sandals walking the sidewalks. Men with long flowing robes, that look like dresses, and little red fezes on their heads. It takes a National Geographic to do it justice.

After we had seen the town on foot we hired a victoria horse-drawn carriage to really do a good job of it. The driver had to drive out to a huge, powerful negress's house to have her act as an interpreter. He could not even speak French. She spoke to him in a native dialect. We finally saw the town before he took us down to the pier.