This is the street we live on. All the houses are behind big walls because one of the missionaries here (on our compound) got shot. Before that, everyone had hedges. The guy with the bucket on his head is a vendor. Vendors come to the gate daily with vegetables, fruit, kittens, goats, carvings, meat, mops, etc. We buy from vendors alot because shopping here requires many trips to many stores and open-air markets.

We've found that some things are very hard to get, like lemons. the lemons here are a sad warty looking cross between a lemon and a lime. The small ones are yellow and the big ones are green, and they're all very mild in flavor. Our gardener and house-keeper had a big laugh when I bought out the lemon vendor. "Ha, Ha, this azoongu loves lemons, ha ha...." (they think I don't understand them.) then I made them Aunt Mona's Lemon Curd! My house-keeper said "even I will no longer laugh at you!" Thanks Mona!