There are bands playing in the park.

And as the sun sinks over Tana, our first day draws to a close.

Bathed in sunshine, Antananarivo, or Tana as we know it, welcomes us to Madagascar.

Or perhaps visit the market.

But life can be harsh here.

Surely, we’ve bean here before. We have, but don’t call me Shirley.

Despite the conditions, there’s always a smile in the eyes

From the Queen’s Palace, we look down on central Tana and Lac Anosy. This is June, so the trees are green.

But come back in November and they burst out in glorious purple.

The stall may be makeshift, but the tomatoes taste good here