A black and white village piece
Farther down the fence, street life is bustling.
Andre perusing a couple of more village black and whites
I look at the wire fence beyond the iron fence again. Maybe they should cover the next national palace with wall murals and hire our artist to do a few.
As humanity continues to file by, a street vendor comes into camera view.
Another vendor selling ice packs. It's mid-80s in the middle of Winter in Haiti, and humid, even in the late afternoon.
These two have closed up shop for the day and toting off their wares for tomorrow, our cue to get to the hotel and check in. We have an interview with two amazing women journalists in a couple of hours.
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