Today I took the bus to Shiro Meda again, tomorrow (February 24th) is the feast day for Kidane Mehret (Covenant of Mercy) celebrating the amazing Mary.
The streets were mostly full of church dressed ladies along with a few children and men. The churches were filling and houses were feasting.
I walked down a back track from the main road, behind the American Embassy, and into a public woods area and gardens. A long time ago Emperor Haile Selassie (Haile is pronounced like your 'highly') and his wife, Menen Asfaw, had a retreat there.
Now it is looked after as a gardens and public area. Four hundred metres from a nose to tail jam and I find a fresh, natural smell in my nose. Along with the foliage (leaves and stuff growing on branches!) generally and the eucalyptus specifically there was the magic of roasting coffee beans.
Two cups, one for each hand you might say! One with sugar, one without. Here, most people have a couple of heaped spoons of sugar in a coffee cup that you would know as an espresso cup.
The coffee is so good it seems a shame to lose the freshness and taste.
Looking around reminds me of the gardens at the Purlieu. Emperor
Haile Selassie and Menen Asfaw had a little more hillside than nanny and grandpa (not me, the original) so there are more terraces.
By the way, another Emperor's wife gave this city its name, Empress Taitu. If you look it up you can find the Emperor's name if you want. I have ignored him, everywhere you will see his name first, before Taitu.
He is famous but in our story she is much more important. He was a ruler, she named the city where I am. I wonder what it would have been called without her. Or, would there have been a city at all?
Hmm . . . said Pooh.
Back down the hill on the bus, a yellow and red one. Anbessa. On a normal day I would stand with no room to move. Today, no room to breathe!
A glass of water and a quiet write, all calm here now. Churches will ring out and chant through the night while most people sleep for their day tomorrow. Me too, good night.

