The streets of Bujumbura wake before sunrise. Vendors arrange their baskets, children chase one another between stalls, and the scent of roasted maize drifts through the morning air. Laughter mingles with rhythm — a symphony of footsteps, bargaining voices, and the heartbeat of Burundi’s capital. This is Bujumbura’s market life, a living portrait of culture, color, and connection. To wander its stalls is to experience the soul of the city — not through its buildings or beach