Rwanda is known as “The Land of a Thousand Hills”, and rightly so. Kigali is a rolling city, composed of buildings, homes and roads carved into the persistent up-and-down pattern of the landscape. The roads and paths, where unpaved, reveal a deep red clay: especially stark against the lush green of the forested hills. It gets breezier as the afternoon progresses, and the sky turns a greyish-blue that settles over the land, bathing everything in a dusky light. It’s beautiful, but it’s also noticeably quiet. I’m used to the constant sirens, conversations, church bells, traffic jams of Boston, so the relative silence of Kigali stands in stark contrast. I’ll write later about my incipient perceptions of Kigali, but in the meantime I wanted to share some images of the city, shot from a favourite coffee place here: