During my eight-day trip to the Côte d’Ivoire, the Ivorians seduced me. My own city, Dakar, is completely different from Abidjan – in its beauty as well as in the way it runs. I love how rules are respected here. I loved the little girls with smartly shaven-heads wearing their school uniforms, the mothers picking up their children after a school day, or those that wake up early in the morning to work hard for their families. These images tell a poetic story of the beauty of Abidjan through its youth.