It’s the rainy season here in Abidjan, commercial capital of C’ote d’Ivoire. I am always surprised by Africa. This time it was the incongruity of the Ligne Roset shop that caught my eye as we drove in from the airport.
It’s a high end designer french furniture brand if you’re wondering. On reflection there’s more reason for them to be here than in most parts of the UK.
The people here have their own inimitable version of French chic and the interior of my hotel is a breath of fresh air. Its sense of place is a revelation in contrast with so many sleek but characterless luxury interiors that are so typical of big cities. The ceiling is rough cast figures in bold relief of highly stylized men, women and serpents. The walls are 25 ft high of richly grained tropical wood that I would hazard a guess is mahogany. The rich colour is picked up in the reds and ochres and yellows of sofas and rugs. A wall of burnished textured gold layers on some tasteful bling.
This could only be Africa.