Ghost town

Maputo can feel deadly quiet on a Sunday, which always surprises me in a capital city. I saw this empty guard’s chair when walking a few blocks from my place. It’s a common sight to see a decrepit chair, a darkened entrance and a guard/porter/doorman either slumbering or in animated conversation with his counterpart from the neighbouring block. One day I’ll be bold enough to strike up a chat and ask for a photo.