Djingarey Ber Mosque

We stayed in Timbuktu last night, after a full day of off-roading in the Sahel to "The African Athens", the "Mecca of the Sahara", "The Rome of Sudan". These and many other names have enveloped this city in a magical aura, although, today, some insist on denying it this right. Timbuktu itself is a place where you can lose yourself, surrounded by the Tuareg, the peaceful streets (empty at noon because of the heat), its architecture, and its manuscripts that the local clans have kept generation after generation since the 13th century. One of its jewels is Djingarey-Ber Mosque, which I understood later and returned to enjoy the book, "The Architect of Timbuktu", about Manuel Pimentel.