A small market that Christelle brought me to in the morning. She's never been before, as she was apprehensive of some of the Kanak, and didn't want to go alone, while Hubert is at work. As mentioned before, there is a distinct colonial feel to the place, and there is a definite separation between the Kanak and white people. I regretted eating breakfast, as there was delicious looking food there, music, and all sorts of fruits and vegetables.
Rough notes:
http://mandarinmanmarktravelnotes.blogspot.com/2012/04/2011-nz-to-sf-day-8.html
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