At first light, the walls looked almost soft. Men carried baskets of banco from the river edge while boys balanced water tins against their hips.
Repair, here, is not an apology for age. It is the annual proof that a wall still belongs to its people.
The toron keep time
The palm beams do more than brace the face; they make a ladder for the next season's hands and a promise that care will be answered in public.
The old earthen rhythm tells a clear story: sun, rain, crack, festival, repair, and another year of shade.