This girl who I met at a market in Ouidah, Benin, was carrying a salad tray at least twice of her size. It was so large that in the beginning I even didn’t see a person under it.
I thing these kinds of trays were one reason why I loved Benin so much. Instead of going shopping, you just sit down to one place and wait for the right food to pass by. But if you missed your favorite – like pineapples – you had to start running after them.