Following our visit to the museum, we went to a brilliant coffeeshop next door called Crema. It had a delightful ambience and served really good coffee. Coffee here in East Africa is really tasty. I bought some freshly ground coffee in Nairobi and have a cup every morning in my cafetiere or French press, as they call it in this part of the world.
I don’t think I’ve ever been in a more delightful coffeeshop in my life. Everything seemed to tick all the boxes. We ordered our drinks and food from friendly smiling staff and then went outside to consume at a table under a tree.
A few metres away an artist was painting canvases of African scenes, such as gorillas etc. He was also making some, what seemed to my non-artistic eye, very eye-catching abstract art which nevertheless seemed very African. I wished I could but a few pieces but what would I do with them.
There was a coop craft shop attached to the cafe and I went in to have a gander. It was run by a strong friendly African woman. I bought a bar of lemongrass scented soap and a lovely handmade scarf I can use on my return to Dublin and the cold damp weather.
The scarf cost 15000 Rwandan Francs, about 15€. I was put off by 15,000 until I translated into €uro. What the hell, I said to woman, its only money. There followed a conversation about relative wealth and how one can be rich while having little money. She gave me a big warm hug and I went on my way.