In Tana you can't ask for the street address anywhere, since there may be one large main street that's named, but forget about anything smaller. You have to tell the name of the neighborhood (in our case, for example, Andrainarivo) and a landmark where someone can meet you and lead you to their house. Or in our case, tell the taxi driver, and he can find it! One of our drivers got lost once, and he was a good sport about it, i.e. he didn't ask us for additional money though it took a lot longer. He recognized us some weeks later and reminded us of the trip.
The main street in our area has--as well as the shops and restaurants and pizza store I already mentioned awhile ago-- a police station, a military post, AND a men's prison. The prison is directly behind our house. But not to worry, there are several high walls between us and no doubt other blockages. But the chapel I referred to with the beautiful music emanating from it every evening and Sunday mornings, mens' voices in harmony, is actually the prison chapel.
Unfortunately you can't see that these petals are sparkling. Not only the concrete, asphalt, and sand are full of sparkles, (there are a lot of minerals in Mada) but even the flower petals.
Early morning before the sun came out...our "pumpkin vine" has produced and appears to be a squash vine. Which is a good thing...what kind of scaffolding would we have to build to support even one pumpkin?
The leaves look like giant dandelion leaves. I think this is the Malagasy equivalent.
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