Mozambique: sense of freedom
The city falls apart like cardboard soaked by rain. Its rugged skin of tall buildings in the center, of concrete sidewalks with reluctance and constant hole, does not prevent the city has the same philosophy that all major African cities I've visited: throng outside misery, unsuitable sales stalls, fruit stored on timbers or shoes littered the streets. City, however, perhaps by the beautiful sound of Portuguese, seems closer; almost, at times, more Caribbean than African.
