At the end of our day we were given a little free time to explore one of the streets in the French built part of town. Some of the group chose to sit at a cafe or buy some fruit. My brother and I sat by the side of the road and watched the world go by. It wasn't too long before more people tried to sell us stuff, kids this time. My favourite French phrase, "Pas pour moi merci" (not for me thanks), came in handy wherever we went.