On the street, places, people, light are not static elements, they change constantly. In the streets of Harar, in eastern Ethiopia, time seems to have finally stopped a few dozen, even hundreds of years ago. It gives the impression of being at the end of the world. The song of the muezzin resonates in the fourth holy city of Islam. Tucked away behind its 16th-century walls, the city of Harar seems frozen in its past as a spiritual and cultural crossroads of Africa, with its brightly painted facades and old mosques. I wanted to know this legendary city, this city on the edge of the Danakil desert, not far from the territory of Djibouti, famous for the adventures of the poet Arthur Rimbaud. A city full of mysteries and colours, the joy of any photographer.