Djenné Foudre Rose Large Art
Zainab trails behind the imam as she's overcome with awe and wonder….
As we make our way down the prayer hall of the Great Mosque of Djenné, the scent of fragrant incense permeates the air.I look up and see the wood panels lining the ceiling in neat rows. Tall pillars meet at the top in pointed arches between each row of panels. The breeze entering through the courtyard spreads through the hall with the help of the whirring fans above. The near silence is one of peace and stillness. It is only interrupted by the creaking of the stairs as we climb up to the rooftop. And what was the cool sensation of mud on our bare feet suddenly turns to a scorching heat as we step out onto the roof under the blazing sun.