Today we are sailing on the Atlantic Ocean on our way to our last 2 ports in western Africa - Gambia and Cape Verde. Yesterday, we were in Abdijan, Cote d'Ivoire, aka the Ivory Coast. As we were docking, we saw the city in the distance with its modern looking buildings and one very tall skyscraper under construction.
We took an excursion to Grand Bassam, a city about an hour away from Abdijan. Grand Bassam was once the capital of Cote d'Ivoire with a French-colonial town center. (Once is the key word there as I'll show you later). Today, it is said to be a resort town with a busy beach. We never saw the beach there but as we drove along the Abdijan beach which our guide explained was not used because it was a dangerous place to swim. So, all of the locals go to Grand Bassam for the beach.
As for the excursion, the buses were once again escorted by police and even an ambulance this time! I believe that the police serve a dual purpose - protection and getting quickly through traffic.
The drive to Grand Bassam seemed quite similar to the other drives in these west African cities - a mix of poor areas and the touch of modernity.
Our first stop was at the Centre Artisanal Grand Bassam which was a craft market at which we, of course, purchased nothing. We briefly considered the colorful batiks but decided we had no wall space for anything.
We were then given a panoramic drive through Grand Bassam. The old French colonial buildings were quite decrepit. About the only nice building was the former Royal Palace. And maybe the College Moderne.
We did see a man weaving, people selling goods, and, of course, lots of garbage.
The next stop was at the Costume Museum which is housed in the former governor's palace. on display were many of the traditional clothing worn by the native people. And the former bathroom of the governor!
And, believe it or not, there was a craft market in the grounds. And, believe it or not, we purchased nothing.
The final stop on the excursion I have to say was false advertising. The description said that we would be stopping at the CAVA Museum. Well, believe it or not, the CAVA Museum turned out to be another craft market! We were told that we would have an hour there which was quite disappointing. Linda and I walked around the market for about 10 minutes and then sat on the air conditioned bus until everyone was through shopping. There did not seem to be any place of interest or safe to walk around near there. Fortunately, I think that it was less than an hour.





















































