#touba

Great Mosque of Touba

It was founded by Ahmad Bamba in 1887 and completed in 1963.

@ber-bonfamille-lyons, @lou-bonfightme

"I’ll get the door!” Simba announced to no one in particular, considering Berlioz was the only other one home. Ashlee was out with friends, which was why they’d chosen this night in particular to have everyone over. Didn’t want to stress her out when this (inevitably - Berlioz’s negativity) potentially blew up.

Simba didn’t think it was going to. It was going to go well! He was determined for it to. Because the holidays were about family (according to Ber) and this was the perfect opportunity to get everyone together and fix everything (according to the Hallmark movies Simba had been binging.)

“Hey!” Simba beamed as he opened the door. “Woah,” he blurted a second later, unable to help himself. He had figured that it’d be weird to see her, but that didn’t even come close. She looked so much like Belle had at her age it was a little uncanny. Kind of cool. Simba was jealous. He wished he had a daughter that had come back in time to say hi to him.

“Hi Oncle Simba!” Opal chirped.

Well, he supposed he would take a niece.

 Immediately, Opal sank down to pet the dogs, rubbing all of them on the head. “Aw, hey old man!” she said to Bowie, kissing him on the nose.

“Hey,” Simba said, shaking Lou’s hand as he came through the door. “You can put the presents under the tree.”

“Is there one for me?” Opal asked, popping up and gliding towards Simba. She popped up on her toes for a hug, which Simba obliged, still kind of feeling some weird sense of deja vu.

“Course there is one for you, sorry if it’s not great--short notice and all that.”

“I’m sure it’s great, where is Oncle Berlioz?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Great.” Opal headed in that direction without having to be told where it was.