I have a habit of looking down when I walk.

I would assume that some would argue that it is a terrible habit to have. While I would agree most times, sometimes I find pretty things.

In Lomé, it happens much less than I’d like it to, but then again, I don’t really go out.

Here’s some ground items and photos from an artist conclave:

And then I look up and see the buildings. It’s a pretty different standard than in America and other places.

If concrete jungle sky lines are more your thing, this post probably isn’t it. And while Lomé seems like a concrete capital, it’s not home to a ton of tall buildings. Yet.

But there’s something to the faded paint on these buildings and the colonial shutter style.

Which is your favorite?

If I could only choose a favorite.

If we could only know the history these walls and doors have seen.

And what they will see remains unknown.

Until my trip on the next path,

Carrie.